The next time

When I woke, I was not happy
When I walked, I stepped not quickly
When I spoke, I spoke so slowly
When I breathed, I wanted to die.

This is how it makes me feel
The pain inside, it feels real
It brings me life, and something to do,
I don’t want anything more than you.

When I wake, I hate the moving
When I walk, I think of soothing
When I speak, I talk of harming
When I breathe, I want to die.

The pain is now what describes me,
And nothing else can make me happy
As it’s taken over my whole mind
I wonder when it will be my time.

Next time I wake, Will I wake?
Next time I walk my legs wont work!
Next time I speak, with nothing to say!
Next time I breathe, Will my life go away?

Will there be a next?