Lost in a world of books
Absorbed into the television's pictures
The only places that I can lose myself
Without actually leaving my body
Going off to different dimensions
And running for miles until I can hardly stand
Shaking
My heart beating in weird rhythms
My legs about to collapse on me any moment
When I wake up in the morning
I force myself back to sleep
At night, I force my head into a pillow
So I can cry
And hope no one hears me screaming
I look like the living dead
My hair sticks out of my head
My earrings don't match
My mind is confused
I can't even remember to wear the stuff I like
I can't make up my mind on anything
I can't even tell
If my smile is real or fake.
This is me in depression
This is me in a storm
Crying out to God
Hoping that he will come.