Unhinged feral girl

I've had sleepless nights

Rotting in a room

Letting go of my speaking rights

The weather was nice

The people wore smiles

The talking was light

Still, a burden and a burn were always ready to fight

Do I need to die ?

Should I run away?

Do they believe ?

Was this meant to be ?

While everyone's asleep

These questions were hard to keep

In my mind so I cry my existence

And keep thinking so deep

I think I should vanish

What if it's my last night

I think I should pray

What if I never see the light

Maybe I have to leave

I'm tired of myself why is it so hard to breathe

Do I deserve to breathe?