Stages of Sorrow

Silenced

I remembered the time I got her a gift.

To her, it was all a joke.

They smirked at my act,

Suffocated my thoughts with their devilish laughter,

Pointed at me with fingers like knives.

Even though no one pays attention

I could feel the cold glares

Emerging from their demonic silhouettes.

Silenced in my room,

Isolated from society,

Why should I live?