I don't belong here. You can clearly see. Every day it gets worse. Even you have taken a piece of me. I'm on the verge of collapsing, but I'm still holding on..to all the memories, some painful and long gone. You'll take and take until you want nothing more, leaving me empty as you walk out the door. I beg and plead for someone to help, but nothing can heal the misery I've felt. I'm consumed by anxiety and filled with depression. Not a single word will suffice a beneficial expression.
When I get home, I just scream and cry. What have I done? Why do so many want me to die? I think and I weep as my eyes fall shut. The horror fades and my body rests in peace, lifeless and numb. I may now seem at ease, but, in reality, tonight I won't be counting sheep.
I'm finally gone with them having won. I may have lost this battle, but I know I'll win the next one. At least now I am happy and I am free.
