Every night, I cry for myself
Clawing my chest
As it burns down
Wanting to be heard
At the same time– not.
Staring at the ceiling
I felt so empty and dead
I try to reach for a hand
But there is none.
Every night, I feel so pathetic
Hopeless, stupid, ugly, coward
Every night, I feel so out of place
Non-existing, dark, unknown
And every night, I cry out for someone.
