I feel weird
I want to cry, but have no tears
These people don’t know me
Why am I so lonely?
Not even my parents love me
I am nothing
Constantly pushed away
Maybe that’ll change someday
I write because I don’t know how to say
What I feel everyday
Even though I’m numb, I can still feel them fighting
The demons inside still trying
To kill me
Relentlessly
No pain is felt
But I know when I’m living in hell
Surrounded by fire
Constantly tired
Yet I’m not burned
But I’m still being tortured
Tortured inside
This mind of mine
But I can’t feel
So then, is it real?
Nowadays everything is about money
People don’t care about anything as long as the paycheck is coming
People don’t care about me
Slowly losing my sanity
They just want that paper
Then, “We’ll deal with him later.”
That’s not how it works
The patient should come first
I’m sorry, ladies and gents
I know I’m not making any ‘cents’.
I have nothing to give
No reason to live
So I take the chalice
Filled with madness
A drink so deadly
It might make these people help me
Probably not, but it’s worth a try
To cure the disease that in me resides
The disease of madness
Eternal sadness
Can I be fixed?
Man, I wish.