Why Can'T I Sleep? Poem by Trenton Davis

i lay there,
tired,
but my mind's racing.
so fast,
that i can't even think of sleep,
thinking of all the bad in the world,
all that makes me depressed,
all the make me wanna put out the blade,
cut till i cry,
play my chem till i feel like cutting more,
jump out the window,
'hopefully i'll die this time',
'or maybe next time',
grab a gun,
make it go 'boom',
as the fragments of my skull begin to fall,
my mom screams,
at the top of her lungs,
but i cant care cause im no more.