Pain.

What we see.
Is not the truth.
Sitting happily.
Not always.
Shattered.
Alone.

The love of pain.
Pain.
Not always physical.
Mentally ill.
Staring at the wall.
Stick diabolical figures.

Insane.
Immature.
Not worthy.
Nonsense.
Lies.
Pain.

The voices.
Calls out.
Not worthy.
Fat.
No one likes you.
I hate you.

Want out.
Want out.
No.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.

Well. Fuck. You.

The world sits and stares.
As people cry for help.
Walk by as it sinks.
Yell when there's.
No help.

God.
Why have you...
...forsaken me?
The hurt.
It hurts.

The ignorance.
Keeps jabbing me.
I don't want it.
I want to explore.
But what stops me?

Hold on.
Wait.
Now I understand.
Why the world.
Is so cruel.

Selfish.
Bastards.
They don't care.
No empathy.
Well. Fuck. You.

Shame On Me.

The feelings.
Of hurt.
Is it painful?
I don't know.
It just hurts.

Like wrapping.
A present.
Cutting the tape.
Like cutting.
With a blade.

I'm unbreakable.
But I'm breaking.
Apart.
Wrap me up.
Cut through me.

Enough.
It hurts.
I can't listen.
Anymore.
No more.

It's all your fault.
I'm like this.
I don't like it.
Shame on you.
Shame on me.

Unfold Me.

Sitting in the dark.
Soft cries are heard.
Pitch black.
But a figure.
Comes in view.

The sound of rain.
Rushing.
Looking up.
Tear strained.
Wondering.

Little droplets.
On the window.
Falling.
And falling.
And falling.

The worst part.
It doesn't always.
Gets to its friends.
Hold me.
I'm scared.

I'm small.
Help.
I'm terrified.
Horrified.
Unfold me.