As other people sit together,
I sit alone...

I see her sitting there,
In that cold, dark room...

Trevor, I really love you,
But theres something you must know...

Who I really am,
Is something you’ll never know...

I wish that I could tell you,
How I feel inside...

How could you be so blind
To miss that your best friend has been crying...

You don't know what I'm like when I'm alone
All those times when I'm not on the phone...

I write these poems with morbid themes,
To show people what depression means...