I lay here, inside of my bedroom waiting for nothing. I keep the door locked and shut close, but I know that my door can't save me from out there. On the other side, remains of the abusive world that waits for me, to see me weak and useless, with my dull brown eyes. I have given up on everything and everyone that I knew, they can't help me, no one can. They have tried to help me in the past, but they either gave up or failed to help me. I only contain what a broken soul would mostly have, depression and pain, taunting me, but lil love for anyone or myself. I only want to seek shelter, a brighter path for me to become accepted in this black hole we call "home". But there is no cure for me...
Even if I am human....
A broken soul cannot be cured..
