I was lost in my dark cave
where I sat, watched TV,
and ate,
still as a statue,

every
single
day.

When my mother pulled the plug
on my mind numbing box,
I swore to her I was okay,
that I didn't need her help.
She thought differently,
but then again,
so did I.

Either way, I sat, every hour
blanking my mind
in search of a new peace.
Through hours and hours
of the pretty figures on the screen.
To keep me in the calm,
I drank
cup after cup of coffee,
burning the blackness of my heart.

But yet,
I haven't slept.
I haven't spoke.
But really,
I swear,
I'm okay.