all wrong, no right.
too stupid, too dumb
no tears, i'm numb.
deadened.
in my room left alone,
isn't anyone at home?
in my "cave" no one's near,
please don't forget i'm here.
invisible.
i hate my illness,
my illness is me.
i hate myself
and i shouldn't "be".
disgust.
can't breathe, can't live,
i have nothing left to give.
too weary, no fight
let me die. i might.
desperate.
dina marie
march 2006
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