Maybe then...

And suddenly, i stopped looking for words to say... I argue quite often with myself, but try so hard not to show it in any way. I stopped chasing cures for all pain, I stopped searching for the value there is if i became a little less insane— Suddenly, i stopped looking for words to say, If i were to write even a novel-long expressing myself, not a thing would change anyway. Not a single word could bring back what has been before, Not even a paragraph could make you believe i care for you even more. No matter how i change myself, there are always bashers waiting to ruin my name, No matter how perfectly i mask up, they somehow still look at me the same. The same person that ruin every morning7 of their every day, The same person people see as the reason for their lives going astray— And suddenly, i stopped looking for words to say... I stopped explaining myself, knowing it'll only be a cause of dismay. I'm silencing myself and putting down my pen. 'Cause maybe I'll be good enough then.