I Do Not Want This

I stay inside my bed

I have lived so many lives all in my head.

And don't tell me that you care

There really isn't anything now, is there?

You would know, wouldn't you?

You extend your hand to those who suffer

To those who know what it really feels like

To those who've had a taste like that means something.

And oh so sick I am

And maybe I don't have a choice.

And maybe that is all I have?

And maybe this is a cry for help?