The darkness fills my lungs and makes it difficult to breathe.
I try to call for help,
but my weary voice is suffocated by the hands of loneliness.

No one sees my pain,
no one knows how often I cry myself to sleep.
The hope of something yet to come is the only thing keeping me going.
But is that enough?

I just don't know if I can do this anymore.
Fake smiles become harder and harder,
and forced laughter breaks my heart.
Hiding this void inside me is slowly killing me.

I need to end this.
But the only way to stop everything is to destroy the beast inside.
I hope you understand.