The Floor

I refuse to move,
Refuse to even give a
Single inch.
I have lost all desire,
All motivation,
To do anything but lie here,
Unmoving,
The carpet prickling my skin.
Emptiness fills my head,
Fills my lungs,
Fills my heart;
Nothing can fill the void
Depression leaves inside you.
He told me he loves me you know,
Scars,
Flaws,
Emptiness
And all,
But even that leaves me
Feeling worse than I should.
I want to die.
I've wanted to die
Since I was 13,
And have not felt happiness
In so long.
Occasionally I hope,
Sometimes even believe,
Things will get better,
But then I'm back to my bedroom,
Unmoving,
Lying again on the floor,
Overcome once again
With emptiness.