The world trained me

To stop being me.

To fake a smile,

To act like I’m fine

To be someone they wanted to see.

They wanted :D when I’m just :(

They wanted :) when I’m really :""(

they molded me to agree,

hold back

bite my tongue

Survive?

They never asked me what I want

When all I am
Sad

Hurt

Dying

Alone

Homesick

Lonely

Judged

Ignored

St­ressed

Confused

Depressed

Misunderstood

Forgotten

Abused

Su­icidal.

I’ve been screaming so loud

But silence always covers me.

All these may just be words,

But someday, perhaps, something will pull the trigger.

Someday, sleeping will be a permanent commitment to death.

And the world won’t even stop.

It goes on.

And I’m gone.