I can't help but think
that everyone would be better off
if I were gone.

Gone like a wisp in the wind
forgotten, and utterly alone.

How is it possible,
to feel so alone in a place so full of people

Maybe, it is that no one is genuine
They laugh and smile at me
but talk behind my back.

Do they know how much it hurts?
Do they realize the pain it brings?

It hurts so much that I can barely breathe,
I can't breathe.

Their words and sneers choke me,
I cough up their lies and they become truths

truths that I cannot escape.

Their thoughtlessness
ties a noose around my neck
and shoves me over the edge

gone.