Is this toxic relationship
one I will ever let go?
No one can hear about it,
now one can know.
A voice, far away
the only one that answers my calls.
A voice inside, in me, within,
my heart grows smaller, smaller, thin.
I scream, I fight the urge of it,
Yet in the end I always cry,
alone in my room, nobody's there
would anyone care, were I to die?
Iâm freezing inside,
everything feels cold.
Still, I cling to the whispers,
grasping every hold.
Were I now to stop it all,
were I now to break,
would it all seem like a lie?
Would you call me fake?
I stopped caring long ago,
as my bones stood bare,
as I'm crying, all alone,
why does no one care?