Why am I here?

Why is life like this, full of lies?

They say they understand, they say they know

But inside are you screaming?!

Breaking?!

Crying?!

But outside no one knows that you are a shell. 

A shell of the person you were inside.

You remeber when you felt alive,

When you felt like you belonged,

When you could actually do something.

But honestly if there is one thing that i want it is to belong

To breathe without wondering

Who is watching

Who cares about me

Why am i here

To breathe without

Feeling trapped

Feeling sick

Feeling hate for yourself just you

Feeling a weight

To breathe without 

Knowing it may be your last

Knowing you are alone