I sit in a room full of people. Why do I feel so alone?
I hear whispers all around me; why am I on my own?
The room is abuzz with chatter and I sit silent, torn apart by my own thoughts
No one cares, you have to remember. You're insignificant; need I remind you?
How do people do it? Pretend like they don't care
You gave them the world and everything you ever could
What did you do to deserve this life that you're barely living
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Days
PoetryThis acts sort of as a sequel to Diaries of a Suicidal Teenager. These are more painfully depressing poems that I make up or excerpts from my favorite songs and poems. So many people read the first book, so I hope this one is just as well received.
