How do I live

Through each dull day?

What pushes me on each dawn?

What forces me up

Out of bed

Just to drown

The life out of my day?

What tells me not to

Stay up late,

That voice I always ignore?

A strangled feeling

Overcomes me

When I

Step out of my door.

Throughout school I

Simply sleepwalk;

My friends ask what is wrong.

I don't know what

To say, and leave

Them guessing

That I'm just too suicidal.