No one understands.
This pain,
this fear that'll never go away.
They laugh.
They say it's nothing.
They think I'm over dramatic.
But I'm not.
Being alone scares me half to death...
not hearing anyone tugs at my nerves.
They think it'll go away.
But truth be told-
I'm paranoid.
The closet door must be shut,
and a light has to glow.
The walls need to be covered,
or someone will see.
See that I am nothing.
I shake-
they tears never stop.
Even though it doens't show.
I'm utterly alone.
Am I insane yet?
Have I finally lost it?
No. Not yet.
I haven't been tortured enough-
but does it not count that everyday is a living nightmare?
