Did you ever want
...
Something?
To be loved?
Feared?
Alone?
Did you ever want
...
To tell someone?
Someone you trust?
Need?
Hate?
Did you ever want to tell
...
A story?
Your story?
I do...
But I can't...
Everyone will hate me.
Leave me.
Fear me.
I've done things.
Bad things.
Things I don't regret...
And that should make me feel bad...
It doesn't.
I.
Feel.
Nothing.
But I want to feel...
Something.
I felt something once.
But that's gone now.
I thought it would be gone forever...
Then it came back.
And left again.
I don't need sleep.
I don't need friends.
I don't need love.
I'm dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
We all die eventually...
I died to soon.
We all die...
Before we die.
That numbness.
That emptiness.
Everyone feels it eventually...
Maybe only for a short time.
But for some...
It never goes away.
Nothing will ever be enough.
I can't cry.
I can't laugh.
I can't scream.
I can only pretend.
People like me...
Are the best actors you'll meet.
But you'll never know...
I wish I could tell you everything.
But not yet.
To soon.
One day though...
The secrets we all hide...
Won't be secret.
We don't die with our secrets.
Our secrets still live.
Someone always knows.
You don't think they do...
But they do.
Do you?
