How did I survive this long
Without killing myself?
The voices are getting worse,
And the nightmares more frequent.
These words that I write
Become darker,
More depressing.
I can feel myself
Losing my sanity...
I want to tell everyone
That I need help,
But they wouldn't understand.
No one knows what it's really like..
No one knows what it feels like
To be left alone,
To let the razor cut through your skin,
To let the darkness finally
Take over your soul..
