I am...

I am.... What

I am a child who dreams of escaping hell.

I wish that someone would hear my screams.

I hear the screams of a lonely child dieing.

Why do i scream for help when all that comes back is the silent echos of my voice.

People try to change me.

People try to tear me down.

No one understands the pain i go through.

Why does no one care.

Kill me.

Please end my suffering.

But what you dont know is....

I cant die.

Because.....

I am already dead.

You cant hear my screams.

Because....

No one can hear the dead.

All the pain i feel.

Is permanent.

I am a child who can no longer me born.

I am......

Nothing......