Dying

i'm dying inside,
you'll never know,
why I fade,
why my body goes.
my soul is in pieces,
but you don't even care,
you see the shell,
and forget what was once there.
i want to die,
yet i know i cannot.
it is a hard line to walk.
im too much a coward,
to make myself known.
so why do you depend on me,
when you can all tell,
that i'm not there.
yet still,
you do not care,
and feign ignorance,
to the problems swirling,
in my small body,
and mind.
i can't do what you want,
for the rest of my existence,
so just let me die.
i don't want to eat,
so why force me?
it's not like you,
would care if you found me,
unable to walk;
or breathe;
or write;
or read;
or draw?
all of my loves,
are unknown to you.
so please,
take off your masks,
that you hide behind.
then mabye youll see,
why i'm dying
inside.