Happy Birthday
I’m locked inside my room away from the world. Closed within my shell, to
enclose me in my Hell. And my mother wants to know if I need some pills as my
feeling kills, the good part that’s inside of me. I’m trying not to think about all the
bad things that are happening to me. I’m trying to make myself see the good
things in the bad things that are surrounding me. The light is going out. The sky
is growing dark. The days are growing cold. The nights are growing old. These
feelings just keep embedding themselves in me. My family’s getting worried
while my death is being hurried as I will myself to never let another in. I’m sitting
in the corner so that you cannot see me, it’s the only way I can feel free. The only
way to find some ease within my breathing. I’m just avoiding accepting this
reality, that everything is fallacy. There is only an illusion, how everything is a
delusion of what it appears to be. There’s a shower of my fears. A storm of what I
don’t know. How does the story go? The loser still loses in the end. I’m stressing
over confessing what I really feel and think. I am slowly sinking into the
depression that is creeping up deep inside of me. There’s a feeling I can’t
shake. Thoughts that I can’t take. A decision that I can’t make for the sake of
being happy. I’m abandoned and alone. Running away from home inside, with
no real reasons why, since the world that surrounds me is the reason that I cry.
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