Neglect

I've been caring for myself in a neglectful way,
Hardly sleeping feeling as if I have no freedom.
My brains feels defeated nearly everyday,
But within those foud hour naps, in between my days,
I don't think I'd survive the whole day.
I don't need a bridge to throw myself off of.
Just a thought that slipped my mind Once,-
Twice,
Fine,--
Maybe a few times.
I know in time all of me will heal,
So I've decided,--
Suicide is not thy answer,
But a cowardly way.