Many things, thoughts running through my head.
Wondering when this will end.
Tired of thinking and worrying about other thoughts that don't matter.
I'm sitting in a quiet room; screaming and yelling. But no one hears the pain.
But no understands or care to ask.
There I am,
Alone,
Afraid to move.
Afraid to make a sound,
Waiting for another person to judge me.
Full of wondering thoughts about the outside world.
Waiting for my moment that's not ever coming.
Afraid to be hurt again.
Melancholy that the next words are I'm forever alone.
No one understands that I'm hurting, suffering, and ashamed.
People come and go,
But I'm the only one being left behind in the dust,
Stuck in my mind full of sorrow and demons, waiting to strike at any given moment.
Not understanding is better than not knowing.