When I'm gone, will I ever be missed?
Sometimes it seems that no one cares
The times I showed vulnerability, I got stabbed in the back
And they ask me, "Why are you like this? Solitary, introverted... silent..." Well... you don't understand my pain
No one understands
When you have been abused so many times by so many people... you get tired
Tired of the opportunities, tired of living, watching hope slowly die
The darkness getting bigger and bigger
A wall of regrets, a grief for my wasted energy and time
People that didn't deserve to know me, to have my time and my body
I neglected myself for so many years and gave people the permission to treat me like shit... because I was so fucked up... by everything
If I kill myself trying to free myself, I would rather die being free than spend one more day being a slave












