Stopped dead in my tracks,
Going nowhere,
Doing nothing.
My limbs don�t work,
And if they do they hurt.
My eyes won�t open,
And of they do they flood.
My body feels broken,
It doesn�t want to move.
My stomach hurts,
And I don�t want to eat.
When I turned out my light,
I lay down in my bed,
And I prepare to sleep for the night.
I grasp my pillow that should hold my head.
I stare through the window crack,
Between the curtains and the pane.
I look at my day as I think back.
I wonder, �Was it full of joy or pain?�
The things I said and did
Play like a movie in my mind
I stare at the darkness
And when it consumes me
I drift off to sleep.
