New poem

okay, so I wrote this Thursday night (the 13th). I literally sat up in my bed, at 10:30 PM, grabbed a piece of paper, and scrawled (in my half-asleep handwriting) out this poem, then went back to bed. No, I was not depressed.

THE HURT

I'm in here alone
lying in my bed
there's no one to hold me
it's dark. I'm dead.
My misery unnoticed
nobody cares
I didn't have the strength
to scale life's stairs.

I'm sure there is light
if i were willing to find it
but my unsaveable soul
might be blinded by it.
All I can wait for
is for day to begin
but my torture never ceases
all I can pray for
is the end.