this is how i think,how i feel. can't you see it?

untitled suicide

i can't seem to write my thoughts anymore.

i get shut down, not verbally though,

but the silence is heavy enough.

i scream, i shout but nobody listens.

they thought i was only joking,

well you'd think too if i was laughing with you.

you didn't know me at all,

so who are you to call me friend.

a friend listens.

you,on the the other hand, only hears.

i am disappointed.

i feel drained.

i told you my story,

i opened my heart.

you returned it bleeding.

i guess i'll see your reaction,

when you see me hanging by a rope tomorrow.

exciting right?

*****

i'm quite bored. help me. .or else i don't know what to do. .q