The Story of My Life

I'm dead inside. This is all I can think as I sit on my bed crying myself to sleep every single night. I don't know why I feel like this. I don't know why I had to die inside. I don't know why anything had to ever happen in my life to make me feel this way. Nothing seems to help, and no one seems to be there for me. I can't even tell anyone, and if I do I will be forced to go to meetings that don't even help and take pills that will make me feel even worse, even if they are supposed to help me. My soul has been ripped apart from my body and I can't do anything. I'm just living through life without a thought or an action. I have to watch my life from the sidelines. It kills me everyday to feel this way and I'm dying even faster. I'm plummeting to my death while still living but not even living at all. It all happens at the same time and I'm dying. Nobody knows what I'm going through. Nobody knows how I feel. Nobody knows a damn thing about anything. Nobody knows me. Nobody knows.