Dead

The pain, the hurt, the misery
The non stop existence of each within me.

From day to day, i live these nightmares.
Of memories of old, i cannot share.

For no one cares

The smile you see, came with patience and practice.

For my true feelings, which are dark with despair.
It sucks the life out of me, like a vacuum to air.

I've never done something for myself, mainly out of fear.
And other times, i legitimately enjoyed time with family or peers.

But this world is cold, unfeeling, moving with haste.
Mocking those who need help with life.

Who just desire their own space in a little place.
To smile for only just a short while.

Before we become dead.