Dead on the inside,

alive on the out

My whole life is a cloud of doubt.

Sitting in my life hole of dis-pare I am so

So unaware of the spot light that lay on me.

I summon all my might to make a noise, any sound from within

I can feel all eyes on my, watching wrongly upon my fail

As I cannot make a sound

I cannot bail from my problems.

Leaving isn’t an option because it is physically impossible…

Under earth six short feet from a film called life, I am stuck in this sick theater

that’s playing my life, to everyone. My demons narrate it and say

“Everyone look! Depression is beating her, Haha. haha”

encouraging the crowd to

look down on me.