They don’t even know

I’m always so alone, even in a crowded room,

Surrounded by noise, but I’m consumed.

Laughing faces, but I’m breaking inside,

Staring at my phone like it’ll tell me why.

Ruined bonds, starting fires in my chest,

They call me a liar, I just need rest.

PTSD carved deep in my skin,

Smile for the world, but I’m caving in.

Who am I supposed to be?

Will I ever feel complete?

Will they ever see through me?

It’s getting hard just to breathe…

Slit my wrists, bloody fists,

Fighting demons that persist.

Questioning why I still exist—

Pain’s a gift, but I never wished for this.

I’m worthless, I’m worthless,

Bleeding out, just to feel a purpose.

They don’t even know, and I’m screaming inside,

But they just scroll, while I slowly die.

They don’t even know, this trauma’s a disease,

A shadow in my soul that’ll never leave.

They don’t even know I can’t sleep at night,

Cuz I still see your face in my dreams, in the light.

Overthinking ‘til my mind’s gone numb,

Drowning in thoughts I keep running from.

Paranoid—stay up, I don’t trust the peace,

I build these walls higher, just to feel some relief.

My left arm’s tatted, but they’re just old scars,

Etched from nights I crashed too hard.

They call this music—nah, this is my diary,

Ink on paper, masked anxiety.

I make money but I’m still broke inside,

Success don’t heal the parts I hide.

I’m overworked, underloved,

Feeding demons I’m so tired of…

Slit my wrists, bloody fists,

Fighting demons that persist.

Questioning why I still exist—

Pain’s a gift, but I never wished for this.

I’m worthless, I’m worthless,

Bleeding out, just to feel a purpose.

They don’t even know, and I’m screaming inside,

But they just scroll, while I slowly die.

I tried to stay strong, but it never gets lighter,

Every day’s a fight, just to not get tighter.

They love the art, but don’t see the artist,

I’m just another soul lost in the darkness.

Smiling through trauma, joking through pain,

Living a cycle that drives me insane.

Lost the ones I started with,

Now I’m just here… exhausted and adrift.

They don’t even know I’m fading fast,

Wounds too deep, smiles don’t last.

If I’m gone, would they even care?

Or just another ghost in vacant air…?