Alone
In the crowd of people
The bright summer sun
Glints off of their faces,
The dark December clouds
Stay on me.

I know not why I stay
For the little I have left here.
I weep upon the cracked tombstones
Of my inner soul
I mourn for the shattered glass
That reflects my whole.

I feel not shame not regret
And guilt but rarely.
Sorrow seems to fill my soul
My heart is painted
With royal blue
And tainted with depression.

I am just writing here,
Slowly taking space.
No one desires to listen
All who do
Do so from pity.

I feel my friends
Are only there
Purely out of pity.
I **** up their time,
Replace it with mine,
I feel there is nothing worth living.

Upon this hour there are none
No one to wake me
From my sad silent revery
Of obsessed, depressed thought.
The dark is here,
And so am I
And all else
Is but a lie.

I want not sleep,
For I fear the dawn.
Bad as this night is,
That may be worse.