Sleeping Pills

You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening.

Sunny day.

So all this pain,
all the sorrow,
eats into us,
willing us to get rid of the plague,

but what happens to those who that give up?
those that have no more strength to go the last
promised stretch of obstacles,
and the one after that,
and the one after that.
what happens to those?

there was no love,
no joy,
no peace.

peace,
a peaceful city,
that yearns to survive
during the coldest of winters,

I want peace,
i want to be at peace,
but what if the only time i can actually be at peace,
is when i'm dead?






yes, throughout all the
advice i've given to my friends,
the one thing i needed from them,
and wanted from them,
wasn't there.




and i hate it that all i can do is sit and stare.
i hate it that everyone is hypocritical,
and wouldn't dare to admit any shit.

if everyone is having problems,
why can't others try to help?
is a single pat on the shoulder so hard?

they don't tell you that they have problems,
not because they don't want to worry you,
they do it,
because they think that it isn't worth your 2-cents.

i lost it,
all my sense of caring,
and humour,
all shades of life.



yes,
for all the wrong reasons,
i want to die.