Things are ruined once again.
You feel the weight of the world caving in.
You've tried it all, every solution.
A tiny voice screams to not give up.
But, alas, that voice is drowned out by the chorus of voices outside.
Nothing feels real anymore.

Is this a dream?
A nightmare?
Is everybody really gone?
Why aren't you good enough?
Why can't you be like them?

You look in the window next door.
Another girl is crying on the floor.
You through another window.
This time it's a boy, crying all the same.

Am I like them already?
Is everybody this insecure?
Was I wrong?

The voices become quieter and quieter.
Silence.

What have we done?