A fragile boy, mentally aged...
By misery.
And when our eyes meet...
If you’re lucky,
And my defenses are down, you just might see.

I do not want to be afraid...
I do not want to die inside,
Just to know all I achieved was that I barely tried.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.
Minimal relief exists... I find it when...
My arm is cut...

I may seem crazy,
Really, all I can say is “maybe.”

And these scars wouldn't be so hidden,
If you would just ******* look me in the eye...

I feel alone here, and cold here...
Though I’m not sure if I want to die...
And the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything, even if for a little while,
Kills me inside...

I do not want to be afraid...
I do not want to die inside, just to know all I achieved was that I barely tried.

I'm tired of feeling so numb...
Relief exists...  I find it when...
I cut...

Damnata, invisus, ubique
Ab omnibus, ad infinitum.