its all me every day
just me sitting there
just me waiting for people to come
over
waiting to be talked to
its just me every day after day
no one cares about me
its all just me alone
with no one they all hate me
I’ve done nothing
I’ve said nothing
how can they have this hate
for me when I’ve done nothing to them
its just me quite as a mouse
its just me listening to the people talk
its just me crying inside
its just me writing the poems
its just me being depressed alone
sad
its just me being unloved
its just me dieing alone
its just me without a soul in the world
including my own
