What I'M Feeling Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I'm sick of pretending
to be okay.
I hate this act.
I just want
to curl up in the blackest
corner of my soul
and cry.
I don't belong in this world.
I tried to but mky problems away,
but they became
to thick
and numerous
for my knife to handle anymore.
Nobody notices
and no one wants to listen.
I'm trapped
and I can't get free.
I'm a caged animal.
They keep pulling me back
to they're happy worlds
so they can torment me
into insanity,
into my first mental institution.
This is the path I am on
and when I try to get off
a thousand waves of electricity
go through my brain.
But what can ya do?