No one is coming to save me. I am all alone. I scream, but it is silent. I cry, but my tears are dry. I am no one. I am nothing. Alone amidst a crowd, lost and never found. I am a ghost, an illusion. I take up space, yet nobody is seeing or feeling me. I'm here but I'm not, alone, forgotten, lost.
I'm not gonna be saved. Only I can save myself, but I am strong enough to do that? I'm tired. Tired of every day feeling like a fight, tired of suppressing, denying who I am. Better days are not in sight, and I am scared, so scared of going back to that place where every part of me feels like it’s swallowed and slowly and painfully digested in the stomach of an ancient monster. I want to be free, I want my voice to be loud and clear. I want to do good, but first, I want to feel like I'm alive. This is what I want most: to live and live and live and live.
But I am dead inside, only a tiny sparkle that might someday reignite life.
