Many things, thoughts running through my head.
Wondering when this will end.
Tired of thinking and worrying about other dispositions that don't matter.
I'm sitting in a quiet room; screaming and yelling.
But no one hears the pain, or cares to ask.
There I am,
Alone,
Afraid to move.
Petrified to make a sound,
Waiting for another person to judge me.
Full of point of views about the outside world.
Waiting for my moment that's not ever coming.
Scared to be hurt again.
Melancholy that the next words are I'm forever alone.
And 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 it's better than not knowing.