Independantly Dependant

This life of mine is one i choose to beat upon and hurt and bruise. Nothing left. No one else. Loving nothing, to hate myself. No, no, no, I'm not depressed. You have me wrong its all the stress. I'm always happy and never upset. Content with being less than best. I'm just fine, just let me be There's nothing wrong, this can't you see? I don't need your help, i don't need your fright. I don't need your pain, i don't fear the night. I don't need the stress, i don't need the lies. I don't need anything except the disguise. I gaze in deeply and strive to find a calmer place within my mind. The door is closed i can't get in. Strung out in reality as I near the end. Away from life i run intently with the hope of dying gently. Hopes are lost as ties are broken, with the ones that i have chosen, to see what lies behind the mask, and know that i am fake....at last.