The Death Of My Soul

Society has betrayed me.

Everywhere I go now,
someone is always there to murder fragments of my soul slowly and painfully.

Whenever I try to hide,
I end up being forced to let the murderers find me.

Whenever I scream for help,
nobody hears me,
or they simply ignore me.

My soul is terminally ill.

It no longer matters if this empty body of mine ends up dying,
because on the inside, I am already dying a slow and painful death....