Dear Me,

I'm sitting alone in my bedroom again
waiting for the trials and tribulations in my life to come to an end
or maybe to just sit and think as thoughts blossom and begin
to swirl hopelessly and restless within.

The flashing lights on the clock that is my alarm
sometimes give me an odd comfort as they glow on my arm
The blackness that I see as i stare into my window
is shattered by the first rays of light caused by the sun glow.

I sigh as the light increases and the black ebbs away
I hardly ever seem to look forward to a brand new day.
Just another 24 hours to drip slowly down the drain
sitting in rows instead of dancing carelessly in the rain.

My stiff limbs stretch as I pull myself from bed
I may look alright from the outside, but inside I feel dead.
I stare at my tired eyes in my dirty mirror
it's funny that when I close them I seem to see myself clearer.

Why must life always come crashing down when you think every thing's alright?
Why must we be dragged down from such a deadly height?
I wish I could just lay in my bed an think through all the thoughts in my head
but then again I don't for they might make me want to be dead.

I love yet hate the way I treat myself
I think as I set my book upon the shelf
I wish I deaf or maybe a bum
and the sights and words from the world would be numb.

I could just sit for days and listen to myself wonder
how I could make such a mistake and a blunder.
I hug myself to maybe "help myself" or maybe feel "better"
but in the end all that will be left is this stupid letter.