I draw closer with every waking minute.

everytime i hear my name. I heistate who would be calling me?

i stumble, i fall. No ones ever there to pick me up.

each minute i lay there, i crawl closer to the dark forgotten corner inside my mind.

is this real? is anybody there? why the fuck are you all just

standing there help me do somthing! but no one does, no one

looks me in my eyes, no one ever attepts to wake me.

i'm in a comma, do you miss me? did you even notice i was gone.

the alcoholist disease that consumes my family is now reaching for me to.

it takes me. it makes me feel good about my self it makes love for me.

it helps me up before the fast growing darkness consumes me.

i mumble all i can say "just a little more" as it slowly ruins my life.

Will i ever awake? as i lay on my floor time chases me.

tick tock tick tock i die. midnight comes and theres no where to hide

it's taking lives, it's killing. Depression works at my knnee's breaking them down,

untill all i can do is lay there on my floor. i feel whiehgtless time can often dissapear.

hapiness rarly come's to visit anymore, maybe it's becasue i've grown so morbid.

death scares me more than ever, but the name calling, it's enough to make,

me wish i was never born. I am lazy, i am fat, i am stupid, i shouldn't be in your life, I don't deserve to be born, i am a peice of shit.

you will die unhappy. you make my life morbid with your killing insults.

I once again find myself laying on the same cold unforgiving floor

asking why does this happen to me, why am i cursed

i ask why my heart keeps failing me? i ask

why no one can ever keep me warm when it's so cold and lonly out.

why no one ever comforts me when stuff like this happens.

Tick tock tick tock i die.

i fade away, mind, body, soul, and finally heart.

i wear my heart on my sleve.

is that why it gets so dirty, god wipes it clean after months of time.

dawn comes i awake and the pain comes

i have to go to school, school it mocks me with it's

smartest  minds. the time frame stares, only this time more

harsh. it throws seconds in my face.

my heart  beats slower when your around.

the beating fast is just a speech figure, it stands in time,

with everyone using it?

is my heart a speech figure, or is it just doomed

doomed to linger in the time frames of hell.

i am but a memory, i laugh in the tree's of time.

the worst part is, when i fade away, no one will ever know the

struggles i had, the darkness that became of me, and

the long hard time i endured.

so know i ask you, question your darkness, for if you don't

it will one day consume you.

as for me i will sit at my window sill, as nothing more but a jealous snake,

and wish i could have a normal time frame, but scince i never will,

i will await the end of days.