This infection is spreading throughout my feeble body.
Burying itself deep into my chilled bones, caressing itself.
Brittle bones shaking.
Body aching.
Mind not awaking.
Always being misused.
What do I have to prove?
This infection is dominating my mind.
I make attempts, but I can’t seem to unwind.
The one thing my body consists of is depression.
Pure hatred is my life.
My reason on this Earth?
I haven’t known since birth.
Deep down I know people care,
But this misery I cannot bear.
In this life, I am losing.