I sit there alone in my room
The future seeming to loom
Because I sit alone in dread
Terrible thoughts running through my head

Alone I sit, trying to find life between the pages

Words running past my lips
But only bits of sound like wisps

I try and find a reason to keep going

If there were someone out there
Someone who can show they care
I could possibly find a reason why
Instead of sitting here as I cry

These people called friends move by fast
Like the pages of a book
They don’t try and look

They don’t care whether or not I cry
So why even try
If I sit all alone in my room
While no one cares about my absolute doom

So I’ll sit alone in my room, tears streaking my withered face
Until I disappear from this world without a trace.
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I’ll just sit in my room, withering away
Oh how I’ve always hoped for this day