Sometimes everything feels so heavy.... Like a big rock on my chest.... Life feels more of a punishment than the gift it is said to be.... I feel so tired.... The eternal rest seems so tempting.... Always longing, yet knowing I cannot give up.... Always telling others the words I need to hear myself.... Always hearing the words I should not listen to.... Always believing in others.... Never believing in me.... Always missing what I know will never be.... Always alone, even in a crowd.... Always lonely.... The silent watcher.... The silent scream, a scream that will never be heard, because no one has the time to listen.... Always dreaming.... Always hurting.... Always hurt.... Always scared.... Always running.... Always thinking too much.... Always thinking too little.... Always alone.... Always lonely.... A living dead.... A dead living.... A wolf.... A woman.... A child.... Me.