Try

I'll try and write you a poem, but I don't think it'll be great, somehow I've lost my touch, to get words to formulate. I have tried, to write a few, but non have been good. So this time, I'll try again: Running from monsters, I cannot see, I hear them scream, they taunt me. Their voices echo, in my head, telling me, I'd be better off dead. I wish I'd, never been born, such agony, I've never experienced before. I wish for pain, to drive me closer, to a decision, for it to be over. Their little smirks, push me, their laughs are like nails, piercing me. So many times, I want to break skin, I burned in anger, fueled from within. So many times, I thought of eternal sleep, some recent, look what they've done to me. I try to cloak it, but it just comes back, like a scar after, there's been a gash. It's funny how, I can hide my face, cover it with make up, to hide this disgrace. The monsters, I realize, aren't a dream, they are other me's. I can hide, my pain with my eyes, my smile masks, my many lies. I just can't accept, the madness within, I try to run, but it will win. Just give me some pills, I'll make it go away, I have no reason, to stay anyway. I try to hide thoughts, through loud playing sons, but even then, it hurts us all. I don't want to speak, I cringe at the words, I call myself things, I still haven't learned. I miss my nightmares, its a mad world to me, I can't try, I can't escape me. ZZZ.... Beeeeeep