Am I seen in this world?
I do not know. Any celestial being
Human, or animal seems unreal to me.
An addict I cannot become, yet the temptation grows.

Assistance, help, love,
All of these I need.
For I feel my own mother has lost her love
She follows a path, oblivious to the misgivings of life.

I turn away,
I fail, I am terrified.
The world is big,
And yet, I seem so small.

I fear for my sanity,
As I hear whispers in the gloom.
"The end, you will never survive"
And my heart grows darker with each whisper

I wish to tell somebody,
Yet no one will understand.
Not the plight of a troubled youth,
They only see a boy who is sick.

Help is an illusion,
Assistance a fake,
Love?
I do not know it.

For how can one know love,
If it is never shown to you?
Darker and darker thoughts emerge
As my brain fades into sadness forever.

A darker sadness
Which sleeps, dormant
To be tried for death,
From a tormented soul