I want to write, but I don't know how
Nothing comes to mind, not a single word nor vowel
I look inside myself, but I cant feel a thing
Just overbearing loneliness eating me from within

So hard to write when I don't know how to feel
These wounds from the past that just wont heal
Eating me from within, torn up by guilt
Tearing down the emotional walls I've built

If people knew my secret, they'd see me as a monster
I'd lose it all, my pride and my honor
Should I just leave this world, quit while I'm ahead?
Maybe you'd all be better off if I was dead

Someone like me doesn't deserve to live
The things I've done, no one can forgive
So why am I still here? Why do I exist?
What reason is there for me to persist?