I sit here in my corner
isolated from them all.
And the worst part of being free?
There's no freedom at all.

They come to check on me,
Making sure I'm still alone.
They'll never understand my pleas,
I just want to go home.

I'm stronger than I ever was,
and yet the pain won't go away.
Much stronger than before,
and I know I won't make it anymore.

The more I think,
the more I hate.
I can't feel anything,
anymore.