My life isn't right anymore. I'm not normal. I forgot my head somewhere. Lost track of time, days, people. Showing a perfect image to everyone around me, but it's only a mask. A mask I am trapped in, screaming for help in my mind. But I can't let it out, I refuse. Everything makes me cry, I never cry. I met the devil, my arm is covered in slashes. I'm passing through all the phases, yes like I always have. But this is different, life officially feels off. It's a haze, I don't recognize it, everything is sinister, I am paranoid of everything. I feel sick. My mind accepted death but my body refuses it. I get teased to remind me I am trapped, but other than that I am calm and happy. At least that's what my mask portrays. Oh beautiful twisted life. I'm afraid of myself. I'm afraid of dying every single day. When I wake up to when I go to sleep. It is inevitable. I will die by my own hands, my fate has already been sealed.
