I was sitting there doing nothing, Then I was sitting there doing something.


I'd like to say friend but can I really? Am I allowed that here and now? At this time can I really say it?

They don't understand. Or have they tried? Do they ever here the words that I cry?
What of their (or his) thoughts(or hers)? When they think of me do they regret they did?
Or are their thoughts idle? Have I a place in their hearts? Is that what I want?

Why must I do the things I do? Am I all alone here in this world? Or will I feel empty if I left?
I'm so torn. I can't decide. Why must I drive to try to thrive?

Math is a bitch. What a bother.


Can't I succeed when I'm tired? I try my hardest and get discouraged. Can someone help me from afar?

Why can't I put my hands to things and watch them flourish? Am I that much of a failure?


I almost cried when I thought. But then I stopped and went on with naught.


If thats how my life is, then fuck the world. I'm staying in my room to die alone in the black of the shadows that hover the corners.

No-one will miss me and I don't care.


Or do I?

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