I kept trying to run away from the monster inside my head, and I tried finding the triggers which consume me more often. Torn apart, and I screamed but silence you heard. I know no one can help, I can't even blame myself for feeling this way, the more I fight it, the more my heart bleeds. To be honest, I don't understand myself for the way I think, the way I feel, somehow I want to be alone or just be invisible. See, I couldn't acknowledge myself the way you thought I am, because no one else could.