Such People, Hopeless As I Poem by Achim Wollscheid

Every time I close my eyes
I try to visualize
great moments
I try to take timed breaths
try to fall asleep
try to stay stuck in a dream
but then I hear a voice,
loud and penetrating
it never fails
to destroy precious moments

Everyone leave me alone, I call
I just want Everyone to go away
but there is little understanding
and even less concern
the same day after day

I'm Wasting my every breath
and acting like everything is swell
when asked I say I'm doing well
but I feel apathetic to the world
and constantly angry internally

what's worse, I never know why
I just wake up wanting to cry
the second my eyes catch sight of the sun
I feel defeated
helpless, tired

I want a perfect image
mentally, physically, spiritually
but really it's not going to be like that
I scoff at my ghastly appearance
I'm disgusted with my mood
the devil's my biggest disturbance
It will never succeed, there's nothing to expect

Such hopeless people as I should be allowed to sleep
deeply, and dream fatuously

all day, night
through the passing months and years
till the end of time
it's the only treasurable thing such people have