When the sun goes away, <br />And your energy is drained; <br />When all you can feel is pain, <br />And you’re just looking for someone to blame. <br /> <br />If you can’t see the moon, <br />And all the lights are off; <br />If you’re really on your own, <br />And you can’t help staring at your phone. <br /> <br />When you ask yourself if it’s worth it, <br />To cope, to deal and to admit; <br />When you refuse to get up, <br />And you can’t brandish that victory cup. <br /> <br />Because you’re weak and vulnerable, <br />But you cant have people see; <br />Because it hurt to even think, <br />And you’ve run out of writing ink. <br /> <br />When everything is dull, <br />And thoughts are banging around in your skull; <br />When you can’t bear to be alone, <br />And you feel like you’ve been thrown off your throne. <br /> <br />Maybe you should stop. <br />Maybe you should split. <br />Maybe you should just end it. <br />Maybe you should simply quit.<br /><br />Morgane Heyne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-all-things-are-said/
