I melt under her unforgiving glare
Like the wax of a lit candle
And drip to the floor
Tears pour down my face
It is as red as a cherry
And as hot as fire
My stomach churns and
I go green
I feel as if I'm going to
Puke up my organs
And lay on the floor
An empty shell of a human being
Not that there was much inside to begin with
I am not a person
But a shadow
I walk with the living
But I am dead
I wish.. I was dead
Some days I can't get up
In the morning
I moan and groan and ach
I list off all the reasons why
I shouldn't get up today
Some days I can hardly move
I tell people I'm just tired
They tell me to smile
So I do
But it dosn't reach my eyes
Tears spill from my face
Like a damn has been broken
And the ocean is behind it
They ask what's wrong
I say nothing
Because nothings wrong
As far as they can tell
I have a nuclear family
A dog
Cloths in my back
Food in my stomach
No relatives have recently died
They say I should be happy
I say nothing is wrong
Because I don't know how to explain
That the problem is me
I am the problem
I am what's wrong
