Not Dead

Laying in the bed,

Listening to the conversation between the thoughts.

Realized

There are so many things that need to be spoken,

Because some glasses cannot be left broken.

Laying in the bed,

Going through the flashback of memories.

Realized

There are so many things that trigger,

But I never tried them to figure out as they are bitter.

Laying in the bed,

Listening silently to my unheard screams.

Realized

There are so many things going on inside,

Whose solution is not suicide?

Laying in the bed,

Lost in the ocean of thoughts.

Realized

There are so many things going on inside the head,

Which can never be said?