Often I find myself imagining the moment I finally make my escape from this world
And I know the reason I haven’t let go yet is because I swore I wouldn’t be a burden anymore
That’s why I’ve been lying all this time
Pretending to believe in a miraculous recovery which never began in the first place
Denying the very existence of my constant and unbearable pain just to prove that I am a functional member of society
Well I hope they’re all happy now
I hope they’re satisfied living with this physical form of pure fiction
I hope they’re finally proud of me for having fixed all my problems after saying that they were forged by my own weak-willed mind
And none of them even tried to convince me of otherwise when I spoke only ill of my entire character
They were quick to agree when I tore down the pretences of diagnoses and in turn chose to belittle my very being
Proving that there has been some secret consensus confirming every personal flaw as a source of my own brain
I may have stopped being a burden to those around me but now I carry that entire weight alone
I am a culmination of everything that I am needed to be at any given time
And the torture of this artificial life which I must constantly maintain has long been too much to bear
There is nothing real or honest about me which remains
I have spun a web of lies and falsities so impenetrable that no one will have reason to question my state of mind until I bring this charade to an end
An end so abrupt and hidden amongst apparent stories of hope that there will be no opportunity to prevent it
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