The night

The nights

Over the past few days,
I have had nothing to do,
No one wanted to see me,
They all think I am doomed,
I feel so alone,
In my tiny little room,
No one understands the pain,
I always seem to make it rain,
As the tears crash my cheeks,
Expressing myself makes me feel weak,
I start to get tired and settle down,
Sinking into my pillow as if I have drowned,
I pray just before I close my eyes,
That tonight is the night that I die,

-please tell me what u think, thank you.