Kinda the prompt also a bit long

I’m so SICK of hiding

Cloaking myself

But it’s for their own good

They’ll probably die of shock

If they ever found out

That their little princess

Has been dead for years

And they have been conversing

With a corpse

Someone ounce so pure

Now being controlled by

Someone so crazy

But apparently

I’m just being dramatic

Teenagers am I right?

And I am perfectly sane

But my question is

Would a sane person wanna die?

Would a sane person befriend the

Voices in her head?

Would a sane person laugh when

Blood spills from her wrists?

I didn’t think so

And ya know it’s kinda funny

Hilarious actually

How there’s only

One person

In this ENTIRE universe

Who actually understands

And even they don’t want me

But it’s okay

I don’t want me either

Whoever that is

He or she

Got lost in the void

Now I just fix myself to be

Hey bro

Yass queen

Heelloo

Aww stawp

Or whatever it is you want

Cuz what I learned the hard way

Is that people

They’re picky man

And the REAL me

Is either too much

Or not enough for them

No In between

So I’m forced into

This facade

Fighting for someone

Anyone

That will

Love me

Hold me

Accept me

Stay with me

Until this anxiety attack passes

And tell me that

I matter

But I’m to obsessive

So I have to play pretend

But oh lord

I’m so sick of hiding