existing in a corner

Laughing and crying in one day

useless laying in bed

time has passed wasted

painful body without being

able to move

cramps & failure

dominate my head

eyes are sunken wet

desolated soul

vicious thoughts

circle in the dark

no help can soothe me

pain and inner humiliation

stick like glue

it is temporary, will go away

but hope is erased by

fear & anger

can’t bring me back to normal breath

left alone but no one

can ease the pain anyway

stay the way I am whithout improving

trapped in thoughts of my own inner demon

that is telling me how minor I am

why ever raise the voice again

if the body is pulling me closer to the blankets

as if it could become my grave