Social Awkwardness.

A papercut. A drop of blood. A forgotten soul. An honest lie.

Lost in the fragments of time.

This lie I'm telling myself. 

This world that ostracizes.

This biased world.

This awkward situation.

This tear that I cry.

Can never heal the scars in my heart.

I just want to know the truth.

I want to get out of here.

Out of this life.

Out of this cruel, empty world.

Emotionless.

Painless.