I'm Lonely.

I am crying out that I'm lonely and they pretened to care, but really, they just want to see how much I can take before I break down.

I do my coping skills to pass up time and to try not to think anymore, but it only gives me more time to think. And I don't want to think anymore. I don't want to feel anything anymore but pure happiness. If only I deserved that.

Sometimes I feel invisible, but maybe if I came out of my room for once, they would notice me. But it's so comfortable in here. I like doing my thing, and they like doing theirs.

I don't have any friends because I don't know how to talk to people. I'm too awkward and weird to be anybody normal. And my anxiety holds me back from the possibly fun adventuresof life. But I promise, if anymore got to really know me, and I was comfortable with them, they might like me.

And my parents truely don't understand who I am, and if they actually got to know me, they would hate me.

Here are some poems I will write in my free time to pass up time.