If I sit here, motionless
will my mind stop screaming?
I feel like I am sitting on a merry-go-round,
but I never agreed to put my life on it.

They say if you work hard,
you will achieve your goals.
I worked harder than most people,
yet here I am.

He disappeared quicker than the last remaining signs of summer,
in the middle of September.
I wonder who will sit in that passenger seat,
guiding him when he is lost.

They swore that it would be “the best time of my life”,
yet it felt more like a personal hell.
Slowly I felt myself fading away,
watching everyone around me seem so clear.

The two things that kept me sane,
lead to my ride with insanity.
How hurt can one person get,
when they put their trust in everything wrong?

I will continue sitting here,
on this carpet motionless.
Only to be haunted by the words,
the words that I want to say.
The words I want to scream