No One.
Why me?
What am I?
Where do I belong?
When did it get this bad?
Questions that I cannot answer
Plague my mind
Wishing they would be silent
For once
No one can see what I see,
Not even leaving me
Alone in my sleep
Nightmares clench my shivering form
Curled up under some inadequate covers
Far too thin and weak
To protect me from the cold
That haunts my soul
No one can feel what I feel,
A pain so acute
And agonizing
That you beg for nothingness
Filling every thought with
“Die! Die! Die!” and
“End this!” and
“Please, someone, oh god, help me!”
But no one answers my pleas
Because no one hears them
Because they’re all inside my head
With the thoughts
That take such great pleasure
Out of torturing me
No one can hear me.
