Im not drowning in water. Im drowning in the taunts and torments of my inner demon. My mind, my very refuge, no longer belongs to me. But no one notices. I just put on a fake smile and pretend to listen or watch or whatever it is they want me to do this time. Everyone thinks Im just fine. Maybe a little strange, but fine.
Innocence is something I barely remember. Im not normal, Im not okay. And no one can tell. Dont they ever see me leaving? Day in and day out, Ive been able to leave at any hour, and return at any hour. But nobody asks me where I was or what I was doing. I could just walk out and never return, just throw myself off some goddamn skyscraper and I dont think that theyll ever notice, until someone finds my cold, bloody body and tells them, "Hey did you know about that freak? He kicked the bucket." Yeah, I can already hear it.
Maybe I look fine on the outsi