Go on.
Why do I go on?

Why do I try so hard to create or share my life?

With people who fail to see..

They fail to value…

What I truly feel and Weigh in…Such cold

Cuts into my soul like a knife.

Why am I faking a smile or having to be complacent

To “what I fail to want or what others force me into living my life “

As I cry, silently.

Emotions are a crime, here.

I am in displacement…

A ghost in physical form

Not a soul takes my side.

The clock owns my soul…

As I wish for death…

I am only a “property” and “possession”

A Broken pride…

I am treated like a ***** child….

“How is it that others have things at least halfway brighter?”

As when I try my hardest. No Escape.

Not even man enough to end my life.

What is my purpose or future?

If I’m just a dog to fetch the bone

Where people get laughter and shine into their own needs

Such cruelty that makes their souls, lighter?