I lay in bed and watch the wall, where not much happens; not much
at all. I feel so sick, I feel so dead - I'm told I'm
just sick in the head. At I first I was sad, which soon lead to
numb; my medication don't work and my therapist's dumb.
But now I'm just tired - I'm not bothered at all, so
I'll continue to lay and stare at the wall.
