There is no safety in a world made up of confusion,
There is barely any sanity left over from the wars.
There is no one person with a mind to get over it,
There is nothing special about their life anyway.
Just like me, they want it all to end soon.
Just like me, they crave the next step.
Just like me, they cry small sobs into the quiet night.
Just like me, they can see the death on the horizon.
Because of depression, I have to sit and cry.
Because of stress, I greedily pull my own hair out.
Because of low self-esteem, I am better than no one.
Because of life, I have to learn how to survive.
Anyone who has seen me has laughed at me.
Anyone who has talked with me has heard terror.
Anyone who has walked with me has witnessed silence.
Anyone who knows me knows nothing at all.
Whatever I have said has been shot down with anger.
Whatever I have dreamed has meant something definite.
Whatever I have partaken in has been messed up
Whatever I have done has been ignored immensely.
When I close my eyes I see something no one can see.
When I open my eyes I can cry for no reason.
When I cry these tears I can sense the rain coming.
When I see what I have done I can now be released.
Is there ever an end to it all?
Is no one going to do something about it?
Is life destined to amount to the nothing that we fear?
Is anyone as afraid as I have recently been?
Suppose what I have written is entirely true.
Suppose I can tell you things you didn't want to hear.
Suppose I know when the world can come to an end.
Suppose you pretend you didn't read this at all, the answers.