will happen when i am gone?
i hear static and bad voices.
i see a glimpse of who i use to be.
i want it all to just stop.
i pretend i am happy.
i feel nothing but i also feel everything.
i touch, hear and see but it is never enough.
i worry about everything at once.
i ask why am i here?
i understand how this horrible world works.
i believe that one day i will be free of this prison of mine.
i dream of the silence.
i hope for eternal silence.
i am a shell of who i was.
i am a curious cat.
i hear as they speak and sing.
i see nothing cause everything blacks out.
i want to stop and 