Sitting in a room,
With some of my friends.
This is the most alone,
I think Ive ever been.
I hate this feeling,
In my head.
All the time wishing,
That I was dead.
That things would be easier,
And I could be free.
No more concealing,
Just being me.
Always alone with the thoughts,
That are in my mind.
Always looking,
For something I cant find.
Wishing that you would be here,
Never leave my side.
Hoping that you'll help me,
And wipe away all the tears Ive cried.
