My mind is blank I'm suffering in a trip of guilt Looped in endless depression Between happiness and sadness For all the mistakes I've made Eat at my soul and mind Devouring whatever joy I have Maybe I need help, Maybe I don't But I can't stand to think Of my failures ever again Because I've let people down Just because I'm not right in the head And I just wish I could fix everything And make it normal again

Excuse me but, I can't seem to think straight, As my thoughts are a mess You see I cannot be simply set back To normal like a clock Because my emotions will throw me off course And cause a vicious cycle of neverending Doubt and Sadness But maybe you can pull me back And set me on the right track again

Struggle Don't breathe, Don't feel. Inhale smoke to dry out the lungs Breathing hurts either way What's one breath gonna count? They'll beat out your breath, Take it from you Cut it from you   Scream to get attention But what's this breath gonna matter,boy? Close your eyes and breathe You'll be okay The storm is over now close your eyes Because you will be okay Now and always

He sat by himself, Against his bed, Gripping his own hair in frustration. He screams out but no one hears His mind races,too many tears As he cries alone with his fears No one will care as he sits alone Left to his thoughts,to his mind As he thinks of harming his skin "No one would care." Now he cries,tears flowing down his face Letting out bottled up emotions At midnight, he sleeps The tears of crying that brought him to sleep The cycle continues as he wakes up tomorrow No one cares about the boy who weeps

Side Note; Currently watching Scooby Doo 2 the live action movie. Basically I'm really bored but I want to continue this story. I've been dying for a break so I can write some more. /// Joshua's POV I wake up and Zeke's bare feet are on my chest,right in my face. Zeke's chest bobs up and down as he breathes,a pizza in his hand. Last night he fell asleep while talking about how spider bodies make the best objects to make eyes. He hated getting his hands dirty so he mostly painted with water colours. I paid attention the whole way until he nodded off,mumbling about how great pizza is. I gently push his feet off and I get up. When I check my