What's worse than people yelling at me,
Is the silence that happens when they don't care what they see.
When they sit there and ignore whatever I say,
And not care what passes from day to day.
It's the little things, when they talk without me,
When they sit there and chatter staring to see.
To see if I care about what they are doing,
And realizing too quick I'm tearing up at their cooing.
At the way they seem fine without you to talk to,
And when they turn all of your friends against you.
When they'd rather text with their boyfriend all day,
Than blink an eye at everything that you say.
Yes, as you see, it's no longer just about me,
Or maybe it is and I'm doing this to comfort myself from what I see.
Them sitting there completely okay,
When you're having a nervous breakdown in the middle of the day.
How weird, how you think they're your friend before you realize,
No one would want to be friends with someone who always wants to entice.
Entice anyone who would care enough to listen,
To my problems that seem to work like a piston.
What is my problem, and what can I do,
To make friends with someone that might give a clue.
For when I'm too clingy, or rude, or loud,
Rather than gossip about how they're really not proud.
So if you are reading this, and I doubt that you are,
You'll be able to watch my death without looking too far.
