Small Dark Room
Nobody likes me. I’ve heard that many times.
The yelling and curse words, telling who I am
And who I will be
Coming from the enemies while
I walk down dark tunnels of my own life.
My family has been oblivious
To what has been happening to me.
The words being spoken
Not to my face,
From people I don’t even know.
I lock myself in my room, silently sobbing
Telling myself it will be okay.
Everything grows quiet in my small room
The nagging feeling telling me to escape inside the internet world,
But only to come back the way I started.
I don’t even know why I’m here breathing,
waking up everyday,
When I can be happy for once in another world.
I know I can take away this pain I feel everyday
With just one press of a trigger.
People eat me up, piece by piece
Until they can just throw me down the garbage disposal.
"Just a waste" they say.
What did I even do to those people?
Not knowing, is one of the worst scenarios.