A Room Full of People

In a room full of people
One person
Commits suicide
In a room full of people
One man dies
As he kills himself he screams out
Trying for people to hear his last goodbye
To him his screams are ear piercing
But nobody stops nobody looks
A room full of people
A man cries out
Nobody stops
Nobody turns
Because even though to him his screams are loud
They're silent to everyone else
Because to everyone he's not there
But a mere figure in the shadows
Maybe a ghost
Not possibly a person
But yet one person turns
Getting a weird feeling she turns
To everyone else he didn't and doesn't exist
But to her he was everything
Because she loved that boy
With every bit of her
But because she was scared she was to late
You may not have died
Or committed suicide
But to me your gone
No longer loving me
No longer care so I guess in a way
The one who's dead is ME
©Angel Wellesley