Lovelorn

It's getting to be to painful,
To live in this body to much longer.

I don't know why I try,
Why I keep fighting for,
Dreams I'll never get.

Love, happiness, family, friendship, forgiveness.
I work twice as hard to only gain one moment.
Instead of a lifetime.

I am a sufferer of mental illness,
and I am being punished for it.
A cage I can't escape and no one is even willing or offering to rescue me.

I'm just a face,
Porcelain and hollow.
My mind is the shadow in the way.
The only thing that matters to some is my perfect smiling face.
That I fake every fucking day.

Oh but to some it's too much I am crazy,
I am psycho yadda, yadda.
Look past my qualities,
Easily forgotten because,
It got overshadowed by my wounded story.

Someone once told me" I don't care about your past."
If that's true?
Where are you at?