What's the point?
I'm alone, always will be.
I don't let people get too close, I don't remember the last time I smiled or laughed.
I'm trapped in my own mind, words whizzing by - everything is a hoax.
I feel so exposed but I tell myself, as long as you suicide, you'll be fine.
No friends, no real connection, and I try to control absutely everything to survive to the point it's now controlling me.
It's a facade, underneath I'm a loser, little man child with no future. I'm envious of others.
I'm bitter of my situation, just shout at myself like do something about it - but just sit there, frozen trapped like a little child.
The pain is real, the mind is suicidal, I'm already dead.
I'm in this constant state of paranoia and distress, I can't turn it off. I can't breathe.
I'm lying here working and just want this all to stop once and for all.