Laying Alone

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by AkilahBussey

by AkilahBussey

I'm laying here,
Alone.
In the dead of night,
Thinking about death it's self.
I know,
I know,
I shouldn't be,
Be thinking about that sort of thing.
Is it ironic,
That I'm deathly afraid of death?
I'm so afraid
I'm so
I'm so,
Afraid.

It seems to be on my Mind,A lot these days.
And I'm just left thinking what got me to this point how did I get to this point why did I get to this point.It drives me mad.So mad.
How can I be so afraid of, and crave something,
All at once?It makes No sense.

No no no no!

I'm in denial. Denial,
That something is wrong with me.
I'll be fine next week. I am just weak,
Weak,
Simply weak.
I'll get over this, I don't need anyone to help me,
To Help me,
Help me.

I'm so very wrong,
So
So
Wrong.
I want help, I need help.

Help me,help me,help me!

I spent so long trying not to be helped.
I'm prisoner in my own mind.
I'm high in a tower,a dansael in distress.
There's no doors, only sound proof windows.
I can see everything I'm doing!
But is it really me doing all that!
Is any of this actually real.
I cannot tell, I've been trapped for to long.

This all feels like a permanent state a dreaming.

I'm so tired,
Tired of this dream
I want all of this to end.
I want to scream,
Scream about what's going on
inside.

But I'm trapped.
I need help getting out.
But my mouth is glued tight.
My words aren't as light.
The meaning of them is so heavy.
There weighing me down
Down
Down.
All because I can't say three words.
Three simple words.

Help me!

PLEASE!