This poem is not my best but I was depressed so what do ya all expect? All my poems are depressing... -sigh- anyway, hope it doesn't completely suck.

Tired, sick of this exhausting routine

My body is physically, mentally, and emotionally worn out

I am numb to all my feelings, whether they are anger, pain, or joy

I no longer care about anything

I wish I did; I want to scream and cry and hurt

I don’t like this… nothingness I feel

I know everyone else can see that dullness in my eyes

I don’t care coz I swear,

I really, really, don’t care

I want to be overwhelmed with boundless joy when I see something I love

I want to cry myself to sleep when I’m upset

I want to feel mad when I’m angry

I just want to have emotions again

But I lack the will to carry on and on

It’s so tempting to give up

I lay my head back, feeling peace slowly overcome me

I’ve given in to the depression and now I’ve simply faded away into the blackness