Here lies me.
Forgotten.
Ignored.
Imprisoned in a cage.
Unable to escape.
My screams were unheard of.
No one came.
If they cared they’d be here.
Nobody cares for an “attention seeker†so I’ve been told.
So here I sit.
Wallow in my pain.
Alone.
Dying inside.
There’s no escape from these dark emotions.
Tried running.
But hope was not on my side.
So here I am again.
Poor, meek, little old me.
Pitiful.
Why should anyone care anyway?
I was just the outcast.
Nothing more.
Driven to a world with no remorse.
Now I am trapped here.
Hiding.
Hoping that the world will leave me alone.
I’m here now writing this.
Not knowing if this will be read.
This is what it has come to.
The only emotion I feel is despair.
The only thing I feel is pain of heartache.
With each beat it withers.
With each beat it breaks.
Bleeding eternally.
These tears I let escape are empty.
Slowly turning red.
I’m fading slowly yet painfully.
Fortunately these feelings are temporary.
For with these last words I write this:
“Here lies little me.
All pale and meek.
Here lies little me,
No more words shall I speak.
Here lies little me.
All shattered inside
Here lies little me
My body has died.â€
