There’s a moment so cold, so full of loneliness and burning fear.

When you lay in silence
And your chest feels like
Your heart was breaking
Over and over again
In there.
And all there is inside of you
Is desperation and fear.
No personality,
No sense of life,
No soul.
There’s just nothing.
You are nothing.
And then there’s this
Voice in your sick brain
That keeps whispering
And every word it says
Makes sense.
You are just not made
For this world.
You’re too sensitive,
Too fragile,
Too weak
For this fast and scary and harsh
Fucking world.

And you silently ask yourself
Why you’re still here.

And you find no answer.