You don't understand. You could never understand.
My suffering is mine alone. Never once have I seen someone like me. When they say they are, they are hiding their true selves in the fascade of apathy and sadism.
I am the fascade they hide in. This is not a mask, this is not a game, this is reality. My reality.
My chest feels merely emptiness as it grasps for a feeling that was never there. One could never understand the pain of nothingness like I do. To be called crazy, but know, they are right.
You made me believe you were like me, but you aren't. You call this a game, but this is my life. This is my reality, and this is my fate. I will live and die alone, and you could never understand.
