Psychotic

Life is pain,
there is nothing to gain.
Life is a game,
there is no fame, no one to blame.

If there is a God,
am I just one of his mistakes?
I try to look for a comforting face,
but they are all fakes.

I lay on my bed and wonder,
why can't I just leave?
There is nothing for me in life,
nothing I can achieve.

On the outside,
I portray a happy person.
On the inside,
I feel shunned.

The only thing I want to do,
is feel numb of pain.
Just to be able to feel nothing,
I hope I'm not insane.