And im sitting here
Surrounded by people who are supposed to love me
And I watch them all laugh
As I become more empty inside by every passing second
And I sit here
Watching them all drink
As my thoughts run around my mind over and over till I go insane
And I sit here
And watch them watch me
As I try my best to hold back all my tears
And they as what's wrong , so I tell them I'm tired
And I sit here
Wondering what they're all thinking ab
Hoping no one asks me what I'm thinking about
Because they don't want to know all the ways I'm planning my night
And I sit here
And think
And think
And think
Because that's all I can do when I'm sitting at a table
Surrounded by people
Who are supposed to love me
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
