Sitting here alone in this empty room with nothing to do but cry
my friends are all gone and no one understands my life anymore
why did i change? why did i forget the good and get drawn to the bad
sitting here alone, my hero is leaving soon and my mom is pre occupied
im invisable
can you see me?
no you can\'t see me. i dont exist.
my life is just particals of others
this poem doesnt make any sence and i could careless
nothing makes sence to me
im pretending to be happy while talking to friends who arnt really friends
but im not happy, im lonely
and i want someone to talk to other than myself inside my lonesome head
filled with dreams, fantasies and unrealistic people
