My bed I lie, With words left unsaid , No one to share my thoughts with, Only my pen to scribble words unknown . Lucidity I lack, With words choking me , Unsure on how to express them, And tears left unshed, With only my journal to comfort me. Hoping that one day , I would see a place that makes me feel whole , Like I'm alive and that I matter , Tranquility I seek. So,I scribbled my thoughts , Hoping that it would get to someone , Who can relate and understand how I feel, When and where , None I know the answer to , but still ,I hope it gets someone who finally do.