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.