Living with something that people call an illness,
Voices i call demons in the back of my mind,
I don't want to live in this place anymore,all i see is
darkness through my eyes,I'm dieing on the inside slowly,no-one knows why,feels like my world is breaking down,nothing left to live for,so much pain and hurt inside,living in a place i hate so much and not knowing why,i don't know what to tell people anymore,i can't tell them how i feel,i hide in all down inside away in a world that i hate so much,a world that i thought would never come back,suffering through day by day, i just want to be happy and for me to be happy in this place.
