how is it that when i call out,
no one hears me?
and when scream in pain,
i'm met with silence?
why is it that when i love, i'm hurt?
and when i don't care, i'm numb?
i feel that if i were to die,
it wouldn't matter.
and if i were to live,
i would disappear.
there's no such thing as a happy ending.
the end doesn't matter.
there is no end.
death is a beginning,
and the sooner i die,
the sooner i begin again.
how can there be a heaven and a hell,
if life is hell?
if we are living in death already,
where do we go when we die?
life?
how can i care when it hurts so much?
all the good feelings disappear,
leaving only pain in their wake.
in the end its not the sufferer that matters,
it's the suffering we endure.
how can you say i'm not alone,
when i feel that i have no where to run?
how can you listen if you can't hear me screaming?
how can you help if there is nothing left of me?