Looking in from the outside

Being cold even though it's over 90

Wearing black because it's warm

Not moving, because it hurts

Crying for no reason at all

Seeing someone else in the mirror

Hearing voices no one can hear

Hating it, because you aren't emotionless

Loving others, but hating yourself

Wishing you were gone, but knowing they will miss you

Having the world crumble around your ears

Seeing things die before your eyes