I don’t know where to go
I’m screaming
HE IS DEAD
HE IS DEAD
MY BABY IS GONE
ON THIS EARTH
SEE MY PAIN
FEEL MY PAIN
SOMEONE???
HELP!
but no one can help except you
no one can bring you back
no one can do anything
to make my pain less

In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.

I'm depressed
But you don't care
I will scream for help
From anyone around here
You'll shift around
Because it makes you uncomfortable
Then laugh it off
So I'll do the same
Then one day
You'll wonder what went wrong
How I never once seemed unhappy
You'll write on my wall
Then share a post about suicide
You know the one
Where you pretend to care after I've died

I grasp for the air
Trying to catch it

Choking on my tears
As they race down my face

Leaving skid marks on my cheeks
Heading towards the end

They call this place cold
The unknown

Some say this is peaceful
Because being alive is suffering

Someone loves you
sOmeone loves you
soMeone loves you
somEone loves you
someOne loves you
someoNe loves you
someonE loves you

I wish I knew that I was going to fall in love
Because I would have stopped myself from the start
Dropped my heart
And never looked back

Instead I'm gasping for air
Trying to find an ounce of love
From your cold hearted demeanor
And crying from the pain you've brought me

Do you not understand
Anything that you are doing?
Many things have been said
Of all of them
None will hurt more than your silence