Reality's Game

The pain I feel,

It's all too real.

Numb inside,

My head is spinning,

Not knowing which way to go,

Who to turn to,

How to trust.

Does it ever end?

Of course, it doesn't stop here.

Why would it?

That would be too easy.

The scars on my body,

A representation of the pain in my heart.

Addicted to the pain.

Addicted to my reality.

Even if I could stop it, would I?

Honestly, would anybody?

It's all we know.

Why chase unfamiliarity?

Uncertainty?

It's like shooting an arrow in the dark,

Not knowing what's going to happen next.

Naturally, humans stick with what they know,

So why go against nature?

Why would you even want to?

I belong to the pain.

To the addiction.

Why should I hide it?

I'm proud of it.

This is me.

Shamelessly.

They say be true to yourself,

It's just socially unacceptable to be like this.

Why should that matter?

Just a diagnosis.

A piece of paper.

A label.

A reason.

Just an excuse as an answer to the unexplainable.

To make everyone the same.

An attempt to mask the world.

Hide our true reality.

Why would I want that?

Why would anybody?

Why would you want to live in a fantasy world,

With your head buried in the sand?

You can't ignore it forever.

The world,

So cruel.

So much hatred.

A lost fight.

So why keep fighting?

Just succumb to the pain.

The blood trickling down your body.

So beautiful as it drips.

Crimson red shining on your ghostly pale skin.

Your life flashing before your eyes.

Terrified but fading.

That's just what you deserve.

Or, at least, that's what you tell yourself.

That's what everyone else tells you.

So you know it must be true.

Even when they try to fix you,

Really, all they're trying to do is break you.

It's working.

They're winning.

You're broken.

They've won.

It's over.

You're dead.