Breathing Doesn't Mean You're Alive Poem by Enoch Eniola

A lot on mind
It's like I was made not for the nights
A lot of sleepless nights
Thinking
Is this how it stays?
Will there ever be a me I want
A Saying 'figure out the Problem, then easy is it to conquer them'
My Problems
I know by name
But I don't even know what to say
Coming into your life a desire
At the slightest rumble I want to desert
Knowing it might cause a ache in your heart
I want to cry
If It'll help heal a lot
But I can't
I rather i runaway
A Place Where I would have no one to hurt But me
I'm drenched
I'm lost. Smiles in disarray
I scream I DON'T KNOW
Eating me Slowly till I Outcome a breathing bone
I only Seek for fun But this! It's Not
I feet like my life is flashing back and alI I can do is watch and cry
I want to live, I want to be free
Of thought Of What I might become when the blinds drawn
SMS
But who's to hear me
I write With a language
Not of Pain But worse
O lord let we Not die like this.