My thoughtful being wonders, ponders still
stuck, darkness. Questions, why do I exist?
I'm monstrous, worthless, one pathetic mist
of human. Truly undeserving, nil.
Alone, left crying, why would someone drill
through my shield, deeper. People know the tryst
invented by by me, for me. My own wrist
conveys the story. People say I'm ill.

Yet, hiding inside darkness, I find light.
There's people loving me, relentless, my
fate still engraved upon their hearts. The pain
held always in abandoned souls isn't right.
I fight for family, friends, for being high
off love, I can continue staying sane.