Dead Inside

Am I wasting my time?
Should I be here?
I can't find the words,
Nor see through the tears.

I'm tired of being around,
And being picked apart.
I can barely think,
With this sunken heart.

My days are short and busy,
Nights cold and long.
I put on a brave face,
But I'm sick of being strong.

I'm always wiping their tears,
But whose there for me?
I'm lost inside a world,
A world I hate to be.

I'm a slave to the darkness,
I've fought to find my way.
And the words mean nothing,
The words that I say.

And the actions I perform,
Everything that I do.
They never really mattered,
Mattered to you.

See it all accounts for nothing,
I'm just someone who is there.
Why would they worry?
Why would they care?

Because after all, I'm dead inside,
Not who they expect me to be.
No, I'm just not good enough,
I'm not good enough because I'm me.