A Collection of Small Nothingness

Living Suicide

I am empty.
Simply a walking contraption of viewpoints and opinions.
with a smile as an accessory
Too scared too hidden to access the accessibility
To help. That I need.

I'm not looking for attention
I don't want any attention
They stare they judge me
They won't look away,
And neither can I.

My thoughts are like animals in a cage
The hole in my heart screams
The pain will never stop I fear
For myself
If I hurt myself will I hurt others if I hide it
I'm already hiding it.