Surrounded by people yet all alone. Trapped behind a desolate wall, I have made my home.
Anxiety and depression immensely overtake. Laughter and smiles always fake. Unable to escape trauma of my past, I began to suffocate.
Running the distance with nowhere to go. These are the days of my life, a real shit show.
I cry out for help, but I’m the only one who hears. The demons of death feel so near. I pray often, to just disappear...