World War Me

Done

My chest is hurting while my head is spinning.

A million voices in my mind are speaking.

"Commit suicide."

"Go dying already."

"Nobody cares."

"Are you still here?"

My stomach is full and I'm feeling sick. 

I ain't hungry, yet I got to eat.

I'm depressed, so they tell me.

My heart is cracking once more while tears are hiding inside in the shadow.

My body feels weak and I don't know how to hold on.

I'm empty, lifeless walking trough the streets.

Wandering on Earth, not knowing how to make tomorrow.

Watch the sky at night, looking down at the shinning stars.

"Lord...", my voice says.

"I am done...."