Thoughts Can Kill

Just wondering

Sometimes I wonder....

What is supposed to be feeling free

Feeling nice and alive

I'm here breathing, speaking, moving

But I don't feel like actually living...

I sleep peaceful and that is the only pleasure I get from life

Cause when I wake up I swear I feel like something is dragging me down not leaving space to move or breath till I quit and go back to sleep

Monsters then come up to all of their glory screaming words, no one but me can hear

Then again, I scream for help

But still no-one will listen

To what a stupid girl says

Or an ugly freak needs

A fat failure cries

Nobody stops, nobody looks or hear

Nobody cares

Left alone to die but

too weak to even try

So tell me is that the so called life?

If it is, then I prefer death....