DEAD INSIDE.

What is it like to be

Dead inside?

Or to slowly feel the you

You’ve grown with

Slowly disintegrate

The joy, the security, the happiness that creates your smile

What’s it like to have to live

Constantly playing a game

When you try to be nice

And that is abused

What is it like to be around

Someone who cannot figure out what, when, where and why

To be Happy

Who would rather not speak?

Who would rather not touch?

Who would rather be anywhere?

But here

What is like.......

It’s Hell

It’s a Shame

It’s Painful