The constant course of anxiety in my veins. The constant flow of empty tears as they are invisible to everyone but me. I suffer in silence.
Silent like the sound of my voice. I speak but nothing is to come.
I am a joke.
Like the one that I tell to hide my depression. To hide the sadness in my eyes. I want help but when I try to breathe there is no one.
Breathing as if it were a lesson taught in the corrupted educational systems.
I have no one.
I am alone.
Alone like how I was when my father left. Forever alone and haunted by nothing but the endless torture of the past.