And I am...

Crying all the time

with pictures in my head.

Thinking it is all my fault

and wishing I Was not dead.

But I am. I am numb.

Thoughts run through my head.

Though I can touch, and wish

I am still...dead.

I can touch.

But I can not feel.

I can wish.

But none come true.

I can be alive.

And still be dead.

And I am...

You see me laugh, and smile

And tell you I am fine.

But, oh, how I wish

I could scream sometimes.

You think I am happy,

But am I?

No. As I lay here dead.

All I can do is cry.

I can touch.

But I can not feel.

I can wish.

But none come true.

I can be alive.

And still be dead.

And I am...

I am no longer myself.

I am not who I was.

I am just taking up space,

Because...

I can touch.

But I can not feel.

I can wish.

But none come true.

I can be alive.

And still be dead.

And I am...