Every time I wake up another day is calling and I dread the waking of my sleeping brain. Each night the pain is calling and I am sucked into the depressing drain. Think of me not as you walk forward and forget to find me when you hear the call. All alone ill find my future, through the darkness ill stumble and fall.

Its cloudy and damp when I open my eyes and I look out to the street. Breathing heavy as I get ready for the day I now must greet. I dress myself in blue jeans and a black hoodie. Something i wear almost every day. I hide my eyes from those around me so they wont see me in anyway.

Just because i dont hear it from your lips doesnt mean I dont know what you think. I hear it in the unspoken word the actions and everything. Im afraid to be alone but I close myself off anyway. Im not going to be here for much longer and thats something im afraid to say.