the lights turn off
your all by yourself yet it feels as if there are people all around
the silence its suffocating
you don't know what is going on but air has dissapeared
you shrink into yourself under your warm blanckets
you stare at the ceiling questiong everything
what if I was pretty
maybe if I actually talked to people
maybe if I had more friends or if I was popular.
maybe then the darknes would leave me alone
the nigt time is allways scary
its when my mind is left to wonder
its too quite I hate it
there is nothing happening it kills me to be here
I'm in an empty void
nothing is left but my thoughts and dreaded memories
but I'm not strong enough I never have been
I cant quite face reality because I don't belong
I'm a shell of a person
empty on the inside
it kills me to be here it bring about my nightmares and thoughts and that's what I dread the most
reality
