Pulseless Impulse:

I get it. It’s hard to understand,

How can someone with everything, want their life to end?

You tell me its selfish and I should think about others,

Trust me when I say I have, and I feel they would be better without my problems.

Its not every day I feel this way, as a matter of fact not often,

But when my demons come to visit, they are bold, pushy and life feels haunted.

They beg me to sit with them in the dark,

They tell me I’m worthless and I don’t deserve to go far.

My reflection in the mirror changes in the way I see it,

They tell me for this world, I am not fit.

I beg them to leave with everything in me,

I tell them I don’t feel safe and to set me free.

They don’t listen to anything I say,

Its almost like they can’t hear my words; so many games they play.

I force myself to go to work so that I don’t appear “crazy,”

But when I make it back home, I can’t bring myself to do anything.

It’s not that I want to end my life, I want you to know,

Its in the moment of darkness I feel like there is nowhere to go.

Misunderstood, tired and scared,

I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want to die despaired.

Please let me sit in my emptiness and sorrow,

If I can get through the day, It will be better tomorrow.