All I can do is sit here.
Think about the people I once called my friends.
All the memories good and bad going through my head.
We don't really talk anymore.
It makes me rather sad.
I sit in my room alone every night wishing that I was dead.
Looking at the pictures on my phone.
Remembering every second I'm alone.
I wish I knew if they still think about me.
To them I'm probably just a lost memory.
I miss the times we've had, they were fun.
It's scary to think all of that is done.
I have no one to see and no where to go.
Out in the cold walking alone.
Going past their houses one by one.
Wondering if their even home.
Every day I feel worse and worse.
Soon I hope to be in a hearse.
Knowing that no one will even care is enough to put me there.
