My life is depressing...

I'm always stressing to be the way others want me to be...

But I don't know...

if I should let the ink to flow from my pen...

I analyze myself, question myself...

Contemplate my actions and fears...

I am not very happy...

My experiences aren't clear...

My memories leave me...

No one believes me...

No one can save me...

The darkness held me...

I was forever devoured by this endless void...

The deception made me feel like my life was the only exception,

Exceptional moments made me feel dismay,

Maybe I need to let go of this....

I wake up everyday unable to move like...

sleep paralysis,

That's how I feel when I think about the world...

That's how I feel when I think about the talons,

Digging into my back,

From the predators who though I was weak...

And took that moment to attack me...

But as a matter of fact I don't care...

About life, about the world, about anything...

I'm done with all the hate and the lying...

I feel like letting out my anger...

But it seems like right now would be best for me...

If I was crying...

I will cry...

I will drown...

I don't know...

My heart is broken...

My trust is fading...

Like the light in my eyes...

As I breath one last time...

As I fade away...