The shouting is deafening again All the drama and stress too much to bear leaving me rattled,shaking,feeling insane devastated to the core can't afford to care So alone, isolated, used and abused Numb, empty, cold the void too vast no answers when repeatedly accused quiet corners my haven too few to last Every hiding place destroyed, still no privacy Ridiculous behaviours self inflicted a rare consolation Still no solace, no help, no end to this misery pain like a drug, blood like a balm bathing sensation Dreams of being normal, successful, admired stripped away, removed now out of reach Frozen, Motionless like a statue just too tired No one to call, no one left to beseech Me irl, no one to ask me not to... How did things get this bad? When did I stop knowing what to do? When did I become this desperate, this sad? When did my body stop working, betray me? How did it become just way, way too late? No one left to really care, no one to see my eminent demise my most certain fate.