What They Think of Me
It seems so useless
I'm losing all hope now
Why do I keep falling in such dark holes?
Can you help me climb out?
Stop my falling head
Drowning in flammable thoughts.
Even though it's all in my head…
It's so loud I believe it's for all to hear.
I didn't mean it!
Glares all around.
I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you.
"I'm sure you didn't," they say.
You feel the taint of sarcasms
They do it with pleasure
Seeing you bleed the pain
They're glad on the outside, but just confused inside.