• I can’t tell anyone, I don’t want to, they don’t want me to.
    If they knew they would look at me different, try to talk, feel sorry for me.
    I don’t want them to ever know.
    Why can’t these unpleasant thoughts just go away?
    I don’t have it as bad as other people.
    I don’t have an excuse to feel this bad.
    I should be happy, I’m just selfish.
    But there are so many things wrong with me that can be traced to it.
    I am broken.
    Cracked.
    Nobody wants someone who has been destroyed.
    I am not healthy.
    People blame me for being a terrible person but it’s not my fault.
    They will never understand that so I am left alone.
    So alone.
    Must retreat, escape, hide in my shell to protect myself from all the hurt.
    They don’t know who I really am, none of them.
    I am nothing.
    I am what they want and what I change myself into.
    She is deep deep down inside slowly disappearing.
    Where have you gone?
    I want you back.
    No she is gone so she won’t feel the pain, only I will.
    To protect.
    To protect her while she sleeps.
    Goodnight sleep tight don’t ever wake.