Once Upon A Never Ending Red Line.

What happened to me?
Where have I gone?
I don’t know.
But I just can’t seem to leave it behind.

I’ve changed.
I’m not liking it.
I don’t who I am anymore, I’m not even a mixture of everyone.
I just don’t feel like I have a purpose.

What’s the point in talking?
What’s the point in waking up and smiling?
There is NONE.
It all leads back to the same lie of who I am or wish to be.

I don’t belong, I never have.
What has changed now? Nothing.
I just don’t belong in public.
People aren’t strong enough to look behind the facade.

Endless tears and a never ending red line.
Endless depression.
No one can help.
This is something even the doctors can’t cure.

Surrounded by friends.
Loved by a sister and hugged by family.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep.
I am slowly/painfully growing weaker and fading.

Listening to the same song.
Standing in the night, underneath the moonlight.
Staring at the many lonely cars passing by.
Scared of leaving everyone behind.

I don’t know what to do next.
What do I even say?
But what’s the point?
The responses just make this falling harder.

I just can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
I am not able to live this broken story.
These pieces? They’re sharp.
They’re also how my red line keeps getting longer.