Poetry of a lost teen

Unhealed pain

I feel the nights getting longer
Sleep getting harder
My bed becoming comfort
And darkness being a norm

I feel eating becoming an achievement
Getting out of bed deserves an award
Caffeine as a supplement
And blades i hoard

I feel my legs getting heavier
And my head getting lighter
I feel my stomach churning
And daylight seeming brighter

I feel I'm falling
Falling again
Into a deep depression
Of unhealed pain
~H1