I found this among my old computer files…
My mind is full of worms
These thoughts that just won’t stop
Unable to sleep
To tired to move
Bored to tears
Not interested in anything
I pass the time staring at the walls
do the dishes,
wash the floor,
do the laundry
but still the thoughts won’t leave me alone
The drugs and the doctors don’t do me much good
but it seems I can’t live without
Does this all mean something?
Or should I just give it all up?
I don’t need a reason to die
I need a reason to live
Days go on…
…and on…
…and on
Time grates on my nerves
I am alone but not lonely,
And nobody knows who I am
I might as well just disappear
I already have