Lossing it.

" What is wrong with myself?" you ask yourself that question every single night. You always wonder why you're angrier by day Why you snap at the smallest thing You cry yourself to sleep wondering when it will stop or even when you'll get better But deep down, you know the truth... It will never stop. You will never get better. Wonder why no one notices the changes Why you are so difficult lately.. It is because you are a burden. You don't matter to anyone no more The pain inside is growing stronger as you realise the truth As you realise you will end up in a coffin soon and how no one will remember you. But that's okay, at least you can rest by then.