CALLING OUT FOR HELP!!!

SHEETS OF PAPER COVER UP LIES
AS I SLOWLY DIE
IN MY ROOM
WHERE I SHALL STAY
WITH A HEART FULL OF SORROW
AND A VERY LONG DAY
BLACK IS THE COLOR
THE ONE I DO ENJOY
NO ONE GETS ME
NO ONE ADORES
IF IT DOESN'T MEET THERE STANDERS
THEN IT`S JUST NOT RIGHT
WHY SHOULD I TRY TO HIDE WHATS INSIDE
I'M NOT GOTH OR EMO
JUST ME THE REAL ONE
WHO NOBODY KNOWS
WHOSE NEVER HAD FUN WITH FAMILY OR FRIENDS
JUST THE ONE WHOSE HEART IS ACHING
LIKE SOMEONE IS SQUEEZING IT AND WON`T LET GO
SLOWLY I FEEL THE PAIN THAT I CAN`T TAKE ANY MORE
SO HERE I TYPE
ALMOST TO THE END
HOPING TO FIND
AN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND