If I remain quiet,
And do not trouble,
Those dear to me,
Perhaps I can be strong.
And if not,
I might seem to be.
At least for them,
If not for me.
And if it’s not for them or me,
Why then, do I keep on?
This empty soul,
It needs a home,
It needs peace.
Because every time I am alone,
I am reminded of who died.
And who I killed.
And who they became.
Every time I hear “my” name.
Every time I hear my parents,
Scoff at those like me.
I **** myself more.
So I can seem to be,
What they want of me.
If this is truly who I am.
If I am like this really.
Why does it hurt?
Why does it **** me inside?
Why can something that is me,
Make my parents so painful
To be around?
If I am to please,
And cause no pain.
I must get rid
of my disease.
It's been a long time since I've been here. We'll see what I have to say.