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.
