No one knows what its like, that feeling of loss. Mourning your own destruction.
No one knows what its like, the weight of anger and hatred. Burdens you never wanted, shackles you cannot escape.
No one knows what its like, to be alone in the world. Watching everyone smile as they walk away.
No one knows what its like, to be on the edge of insanity. Hearing the voices in the walls, forced to listen as they remind you about your failures.
No one knows what its like, to cry in the dark. Losing control, losing yourself to guilt. Remembering the people you hurt.
No one knows what its like, to be rejected. Wanting to give your love, only to have it cast aside, its not worth their time.
No one knows what its like, living through hell. Dead from exhaustion, so tired of fighting your cursed mind.
No one knows what its like, to be broken. Letting the world hurt you because you gave up on caring. What good would it do anyway?
No one knows what its like, to feel the monsters. Horrid creatures that come to create misery. Laughing as they tear your soul apart.
No one knows what its like, to be a liar. Creating a world you think people want, the false reality you present to society. Do you fit in now?
No one knows what its like, giving up on your dreams. A perfect existence forgotten, everything you ever wanted left behind. You dont deserve it.
No one knows what its like, to be a bad man. Letting people cry over your acts of vengeance, making them feel the pains they gave to you. Even if it solves nothing.
No one knows what its like, to be a drunken mess. Sleeping in a bottle, escaping into nothing as life slips by. Destroying yourself slowly because your not worth saving.
No one knows what its like, to accept complete defeat. Conceding everything as you take the punishment. Acknowledging your errors as you sink into bed.
No one knows what its like, to be a tragedy. Waking in a world where you are a lesson. The example of what not to do. A life that took to many wrong turns.
No one knows what its like, seeing everything through these faded eyes. Witnessing something beyond your touch, a place where everything makes sense. Instead of the chaos that swells around you.
No one knows what its like, to be the man in the mirror. That reflection of me.
