I'm just another one.

I hate it when they tell me I'll be fine,
but they dont know what I go through
and even if they try
nothing is exactly what they'll find.
I run and soon here I am in this cell called my mind.
There is nothing.
No love, no hate, just hell.
Pain, suffering...
Soon it will be gone
and you'll be the only one
to save my soul before it's gone.