Chapter 1 - Sick Inside

I'm sick inside,
down to the very last bit.
Why can't the world just
let me alone, in peace.
In each and every picture,
I'm framed in a happy style.
If everyone is pleased by me,
does that mean that I've done
a thing so very good?
I try to love each day,
but in the ends of them,
I'm tangled in yet another
web of darkness and pain.
Yes a sad wreck of emotion,
I really am.
I do not want to die,
but I don't know how
to say what I really
want, absolutely nothing.
Nothing but freedom,
love, happiness, joy, family,
all these things that
hardly exist no more.
I guess that you all
can just go away,
since no one wants me
for who I really am.
Where is my personality
going to?
I don't hate my life,
I just hate the world.
How it all tortures me so.

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