7 billion people and not a single person around
as I crawl in to the hole I call home
where emptiness fills every vein
that courses through me
and I struggle
day in and day out
to remember just why I try
just why I wake up in the morning
to live out my days wishing I didn’t exist
why I allow the constant pain, constant misery
to seep inside my heart like poison

I find myself surrounded by crowds of people
Deaf to my screams of agony,
blind to my tears
They walk on
Passing what is just another sideshow
Unable to see that behind the scars that bind my wrists
and every other body part imaginable
there is a cry for help

Help.

And yet all the words of hate that cut like knives
they are all just jokes to them

Just jokes.