No longer do I collapse and cry,
No longer do I yearn to whither and die.
No longer do I stress over petty things
No longer do I betray a fake grin
No longer do I hide away
No longer do I attend school every day
No longer do I pretend to be all right
No longer do I try to fight through life
No longer do I wear a mask
No longer do I possess a mental grasp
No longer do I care about my life at home
No longer do I care that I’m all alone
No longer do I crave faith and fidelity
No longer do I crave to escape life and flee
No longer do I feel I must try to survive
No longer do I feel like I’m emotionally deprived
No longer do I try to live and feel
No longer do I care about anything
Now all I am is hollow, emotionless and dying,
But at least now I’m real.
