Going mad
Im not living my life
im just trying to kill time
I havent felt good in a long time
it seems to be some kind of depression but i refuse any medication
i wake up crying and fall asleep same way
i have hard time keeping my face from dropping on the floor in a puddle of blood
i really want to no longer feel the burden
i am the burden
Burden that is me and everything about me
mirror reflection looks at me with souless expression
like a doll it seems to be dreadfully odd and strange yet not a living being
Strange type of teryffing being
I want to pull my skin off and forget that i ever had it on my face
People whisper things about me that i deem as unkind yet they claim as harsh truth
who is right and who is wrong? we will never know
Beacusse I mearly exist in my own head and not to anyone else
like a ghost i simply wander around
attempting to hide my shameful existence from everyone else
as they look at me and laugh while i try not to attack
What do i get for my kindess?
laughs and disgust from the side of their eyes
They find my dripping bloody face amusing
its so incredibly amusing
i think im going mad, talking to myself about life and death
about looks and peronality
about love and hate
i dont know what to say
All i know is that i and everyone else hate myself and wish death upon my face
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