The person I am
I'm alone,
Nobody knows about my pain,
Nobody notices me walk down the street,
Nobody would notice if I died.
Nobody wants to know me,
Nobody wants to be my friend,
But can I blame for not even liking me,
When I in fact hate myself?
I sometimes wish I dead,
Free from all the pain in my life,
But suicide is never the answer,
But the dead never seem to care.
My family have stopping asking,
Thy just assume that I'm fine and well,
If they asked just one more time,
Maybe then I'd finally tell.
I don't deserve the life that they give me,
But sadly they can't take it back,
What kind of person am I,
I'm a person who just feels lost and alone.
Absolutely pointless: Sorry about that one but I feel really depressed today. Review if you wish.
PS: Please don't worry about me, I'll be fine