I'm fighting back tears,
but the pain won't go away.
I've chased away my fears,
but they keep coming back to stay.
I look in the mirror,
and hate what I see.
I'm stuck behind four walls,
and it's getting hard to breath.
I've been called a whore,
a slut,
a psychopathic b***h.
I try to find my happy place,
but that doesn’t exist.
I'm stressed to the point of no return,
and I want this to end.
I'm ding inside,
but no one can see,
through the fake smiles that I use,
to hide what you don't want me to be.
I feel alone.
No one to talk to.
I don't feel safe.
I feel used.
Losing friend after friend,
why won't this nightmare end,
but I’m stuck in a loop,
reliving each and every day.
hoping it's just a dream.
I'm trying to stay alive,
while it slowly slips away.
This is my pain.