I feel alone and by myself even when I’m surrounded by others. Sometimes i feel like the walls are closing in on me and i become so small. There are times when i feel like I’m the only one in the world who exist because no one is there for me. I hear voices but they are my own. I see a face but it’s just a mirror. I read but those are my own words. I suffer, hurt and cry but still pretend I’m fine. Deep down inside I’m falling apart. I always want to be seen good in people’s eyes. But no one sees the real me. I’ve begged and apologized numerous of times to make things easier on me. But the more i ask the harder it gets. I feel dead and buried even though i’m living and walking. A hard thing to is live. But to live doesn’t mean you’re alive. Sometimes i feel unknown or anonymous. Meaning, no one knows who i am. I don’t even know how i am, or who i want to be. All the lights might be on but i still feel in the dark. I feel blinded. Nowhere to see or go. Like, there’s nothing ahead of me but air. Life is wonderful, big and bright. But it feels like I’m trapped in closed box. Nowhere to turn but the same 4 corners. I feel stuck and frozen. Draining under water, not being able to breathe. Holding my breathe, gasping for air…but somehow i survive.