My Confession

Holding a confession

Sitting in a therapy session

Nightmare and dreams

Reality worse than it seems

Screams so loud

But no one cares to listen

Voices and places

People and faces

So I’ll take these pills

No more worries or ills

Streams of tears

Blood and fears

Is anything real?

I don’t want to feel

Laying on this bed

Things unsaid

So is this the end?

Not even a friend

To hold my hand

Too weak to stand

Rivers of sadness

Smiles of madness

Gripping this bloody knife

Welcome to my life

A Sweat stained sheet

A single heartbeat

So here I lie

Too tired to cry

Too tired to try

But ready

To die