I've Searched for answers in people,
Found only sorrow and loss.
Searched for hope in religions,
They nailed a man to a cross.
I went into a cocoon,
For a summer or two.
Out came a creature,
Who I despise with every move.
One who refuses to get help.
One the one with a knife,
Hidden under his shelf.
One who lies everyday to himself.
I'm One who secretly wants to end himself,
Breathing breaths I don't want.
Having talks with no words,
What's it feel like to actually be heard?