The child in me

'I am the wrapper on the floor
Simply unimportant nothing more
The dirt on the ground
Stepped on round and round
The taken pills from the bottle
Leading to the slowing down of my throttle
I am the epitome of depression
Gaining nothing from pointless therapy sessions
I am alone
A crownless king rotting inside an empty throne
A numb kid who cuts to feel
A dreamer who dreams himself not real
I am me your imagenary friend
I am you still trying to pretend'