I cry when Im helpless. When Im alone, the only voices I hearthe ones lost in my head. Theyre loud. Im quiet. I listen. I cry. I cry when somebody leaves me. I wasnt enough, ill never be. When Im alone the voices stuck inside of me gain power. I listen. I cry. Im a memory of everyone Ive ever loved. I stay when they leave nothing but a shadow of themselves I try to keep. I cant let them go, but thats just how shadows work. They fade, only existing in the mere break of the dim light that shines in my mind. Two days later theyre gone, having forgotten a oart of themselves in my obsession. They start talking. I listen. I cry. I cant make them stay, no matter what I do. Im powerless here, Im forced to listen. I cry. If I could become the king only I see at night, the king who will never get to rule what hes promised, the king of my kingdom, where theres nothing left from years and years of war. Its loud. Im quiet. I listen. I cry. Im a wreck, if they wouldnt find golden treasure in those, I cant be. Im a ruin, if ruins wouldnt stand for the castles they once were. So Im not. Im myself. Thats bad enough. Thats what they say. I listen. I cry.