Way it is

When they talks about me - to me - it sounds like I'm dead already.

"That's just the way it is." They said. "This is the life you chose."

They enjoy my misery. Can't wait for me to become one of them, to submit myself into the excuses they always gave me: they have no choice, and life is just a series of misunderstanding that can't be correct.

I traced back to see where it gone wrong. It's like a joke. I told it so well that they end up thinking it's real. Once you have no fight left in you, they take you apart and left you an empty shell.