Half Alive

[desertions]

Half Alive
I sit here on my comfy bed,
Half alive yet almost dead
The lights are out but I don't care
Will they notice when I'm not there?
Musn't listen to the whispers of the devils in my mind
Can't look forward, my eyes went blind
If I get up my body will shake
If I speak up my heart will break
Old habits have a new appeal
Suddenly nothing seems quite as real
So I sit here inside my rotting head
Half alive, but mostly dead

A little crap poem that depression and insomnia helped make.