I’d kill to feel something, Anything at all. Darkness pits through me; Death hears my call. I cannot see through it, This unspeakable shit. It’s like I’m broken, Used, and unfit; Unfit to be loved, Or to love at all. I can’t see straight anymore, Pain echoes and pierces my walls. I want to feel something, Other than pain, Loneliness, Regret, Self-loathing, and shame. Someone hear these cries. Someone help me please. I beg and cry out, Everyone is deaf but me. I’m muted, And neglected. Forgotten. No longer protected, By the journey of love and family.