I have a good life but I just can’t be happy, no matter what I do the depression always consumes me. An insomniac since birth, I’m up night and day and always so lonely. I feel like life has left me. I’m just a shell with no reason to be. God, I’m so, so empty! No one understands how I feel and they never will because it’s too complex to believe. So I’ll do what I’ve always done. Hold the tears in until I’m too sad to cry and laugh out loud though I’m dying inside, while reciting a silent prayer in hopes that one day, life will come back to me and there by my side will be somebody.

Mind flying

Eyes crying

Heart dying

Insanity has captured me.

Lungs not breathing

Soul is seething

Words have no meaning

Normalcy rejected me.

Dreams crumbling

Lips mumbling

Every step stumbling

I just forgot how to be.

Ideas playing

Voices saying

Plans weighing

Blind in the dark, help me see?

Blood pouring

Hate roaring

Life’s boring

Must set this troubled being free!

Essence floating

Memories doting

Nothing worth noting

Dying was easy but for suicide I’m sorry…

© 2011 Jennifer L. Brooks