A house full of people; laughing in every room; smiles on every face; but there you sit... alone, crying, sobbing, wiping the tears from your eyes, and feeling so alone.

the best part is ... no one notices.

You do the work they get the credit
you make a mistake that is your last one to make
you say your sorry and your ignored
you cut and no one sees
you bleed no one cleans
you die .... why should anyone care now?

You tell me you want me to sit right beside you but when i say i miss you, you do not reply. You tell me you are not sure if you should love me.... but yet if i try to get an answer out of you im ignored... why so much pain?

They sit there and make jokes about cutting in the corner...
they sit there and joke about people committing suicide...
yet they see the scars and the tears and the pain your in...
but do not care that when they joke they are making fun of you...

The looks and laughter hurt more than words..

"i read once that the only philosophical question that matters, is whether or not to commit suicide... I guess that makes me a philosopher. "

-Walter Sparrow

How can you crave to be alone and yet alone is the only thing you ever feel

Im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine... maybe one of these times i will actually mean it
im fine.
im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine.

... just not yet

The house is nice, the food is nice, my things are nice, but having no one to love you makes everything else seem like nothing...

Silence in a room; you leave the silence goes away;
your crying in a room alone; someone comes in you stop;
they say they must have gone to the wrong room and leaves; you cry again you cant stop; your arms begin to cry red you become silent