There is yet another rotten smell,

But this one isn't fading away,

It lingers.

Driving me to the brink.

It's a lovely place I do say,

I've been there many times.

Almost made it off once or twice,

Though ungratefully,

I was stopped.

You need to gane a sense,

To know what's wrong with me.

Because my problem is,

I'm breathing.

Don't you understand me yet?

I've explained it so many times.

All of this crap,

Brings me to the brink.

I can't take it.

So at the brink I hope I trip,

Slip...fall.

Something to let me fly off the edge.

To let me rest in peace.

I get tired of hearing your complaints.

Like, Oh mi gosh! You got up early and you're tired.

Get over it.

I wake up early everyday.

And no,

Not with intent.

You know what else?

I don't sleep maybe thirty minutes,

And that's if I'm lucky.

I'm too scared to close my eyes,

Too afraid to enter a dream.

Because I don't like the feeling,

As though someone's standing over me,

Watching,

Waiting,

Planning as I lie there.

Or seeing a past reality,

Like it's a movie playing in my head.

You people think you have it bad.

Just imagine having my life.

Or someon'es just as bad.

Than you will have problems.

Like mine; I'm breathing.

My entire existence annoys me.

*Melissa E. G. Juliana* 5/20/03