I don't feel alive I must already be dead. The thoughts suffocated me because I was lost and ****** in my head. Love kills and I'm leaving loved ones on read. I isolate in a dark room laying on my bed. Alone maybe, this grieving got the best of me lately. My happiness was their regret. As I get closer I'm seeing the ones I loved leave. Being lonely is all I can achieve. Replace me, trusting has never been easy. I prioritize the ones that use me. I'm no safer in my room. I still don't understand what to do. I forgot how to eat, I forgot how to take it easy. Why does everyone leave me?