Your thoughts have taken a toll

On your mind

On your soul

You cannot see the world clearly anymore

Sadness envelops the person you use to be

Possesses you

You are forced to feel nothing

But hatred and pain

No one cares to read between the lines

To figure out how you actually feel

Walking along this boulevard of broken dreams

Comforted by only your shadow

Your shadow

Anything inanimate

Anything that cannot judge

Becomes your friend

You are a walking dead

A shell of your former self

You forget how to feel

How to speak your mind

The night is so cold

Happy memories fade to oblivion

They have given up on happiness

Sitting in the corner

Never to join the group

Frightened of anyone who tries to break into their personal bubble

Hope has forever died

Feel as if they carry all the blame

Light burns

Darkness is a friend

Welcoming you

Thoughts of suicide enter the mind

Becoming the only thing keeping them moving

From day to day

One day the goal of death

Will be achieved

Weither it is on purpose or accident

Is their choice