I lay in my bed alone in my room crying in pain wishing I was dead, something to make this pain go away. Alone in my room sitting there waiting for an answer to why I am alone. As I lay in my bed my soul grows weak with each passing day. Alone in my room I sit there crying for no reason. I try to help people but as a reward, I don't get a thank you I get treated like nothing, no love, no friends, no life. That would be the best thing for me, nothing else.
