Static

No one sees my pain, as I lay in bed questioning my name. I seek out for someone to save me. No one can as I caused destruction from my own mind. Does anyone know what battles I face? I repeat, "I am disgusting.", as I lay, before I sleep. No one sees the pain, no one is here to hear me weap. I forget so much when I become weak. I do not wear what brings me joy. What I wear I wear as a luxury. I lose each battle I take on mentally. I lose people. I attempt to warn them each time. I always say I am not great. I am a poor human being with bad taste. I am scum.