i sit in silence

Here i sit

On my bed

Bleeding from frustration.

No one to listen or care

But so many stand around as im bullied by my own thoughts,actions and convictions.

And the ppl return once again to torment and abuse me

My trust broken

My innocence taken

Yet i still sit here, ignored

I sit here confused and told lies filteres throughout a fine grain, but nobody cares nor listens to the crys of loneliness

The crys of despair and desperation Yet my attempts at happiness have saddly failed and i am still filled with a hole that can never be filled

My heart raped, never to love or feel again

Is that better than the misfortune?

I write out of feelings that build up inside, and are not allowed to show through

A horrible depression hidden by a fake smile and volgur music

This is me

The horrible monster that can never be tamed ready to pounce at any time:(