Alone I sit.
Just waiting.
Waiting to feel happy.
Everything I used to love all seems foreign.
Writing these stupid words hoping they'll make sense on paper.
They don't.
Ironic.
I'm suffering in the silence I once longed for.
I just wanted to be left alone.
Or at least i thought.
Writing is a talent.
My friends look at me in awe.
I'm so gifted.
Ha! If they only knew the torture.
I thought writing was a way to express myself.
I was wrong.
It just shows how good I am at twisting words around to make them sound interesting.
I feel like such a loser.
I think I am a loser.
Am I?
I pray to God.
I hope he answers soon.

Alone and suffocating
In this silence I put on myself
Alone in suffocating
This silence will lead to my death