V: Slient

What's the point in even trying?
From the day I learnt to live
I was already aware I was dying.
Is it worth carrying on?
When there's nothing more
To be said or done.
Was there ever a meaning to life?
The way I live
Is no longer for me to decide.
The reason for being
Becoming harder to find
I scream inside
Nothing seems fine.
Too depressed to get around
My happiness will never be found.
I can't explain to people how I hurt inside,
They wouldn't understand,
So my screams stay silenced inside.
But they're becoming louder
Soon they'll be heard; no longer confined.
I dread the day people will hear,
Because I'll never escape the fear
Of knowing something is wrong.
Please, leave me silent
You'll never understand.