Dieing inside

I sit alone, in a darkened room.
My make-up streaking my cheeks.
My music flowing in steady streams from my stereo.

Cold, alone and tired of life. Sitting here while my friends party away, unaware that i am even here anymore.

No-one knows or cares. I'm trapped in my black imagination. Walls closing in on me as i stare into the abyss of my loneliness.

All alone, i whisper. Looking into the empty glass at my feet. Empty,empty just like my heart. Devoid of emotion

Only my tears show them, But they can't see me. I am invisible to them. I'm to tired to care and all my hope is gone.

They call it depression, i call it death without the coffin.
I do not no why but one thing i do know is that I'm dieing inside.