Please don't disturb me,

                                                          You wouldn't like what you see.

                                                           Black, spilling from my mouth.

                                           Hateful words from you, to north and south.

                                                            Guilt, and endless doubt.

                                                 Anxiety, who I can not live without.

                                                      Insomnia, my royal prince.

                                      Climbing in my window, never leaving since.

                                                      Depression, that clingy "friend."

                                They won't let go, will this "friendship" ever end?

                                                     All these, whisper in my ear.

                                  I know I shouldn't, but they tell me not to fear.

                                            They tell me, "We are your true friends."

                                                But I try, we can not make a mends.

                                           People look at my wrists, scarred with red.

                                Anti-socialness, makes me want to go back to bed.

                                                                   But nightmares,

                                                                Wait for me there.

                                               Insomnia, wakes me without a care.

                                                  Go back to sleep, I wouldn't dare.

                                                      At my ceiling, I just stare.

                                                I see the stars, so bright and fair.

                                                   They you see, have not a care.

                                         My personalities, ramble words to me.

                                                      I try to run, I make a plea.

"Just be quiet, leave me be!"

                                             As the black words, come from me.

                                                    You're disgusted, I told you,

                                                                                              You see...

                                                                     That if you disturb me, you wouldn't like what you see...