I lay on my bed

Staring at the wall

Why am I cursed with this pain?

Why can't I just be free?

I have to keep my mask up.

I don't really know why though.

I don't care if they worry.

They mean nothing to me.

Only objects keeping me here.

They keep me alive.

They don't listen.

They can't see my pain.

Because they don't understand.

I will never let them see.

Why should I tell them?

They don't care.

I am only a tool for them.

Nothing more.

Can't you see?

They just keep me here.

My mind and spirit are broken.

If only I could save myself.

I long for days before.

Things were perfect then.

Why did everything have to change?

Pain.

Emptiness.

All alone.

Nothing left for me here.

My life is only a dark echo of what it was.

How it was when I remembered happiness.

Now all I feel is pain.

And a longing to rid of it.

I feel so empty.

It hurts.

I am broken.

Nightmares.

Fear.

Pain.

Scars.

I want to end it.

I want to die.