The pain that I feel so deep inside,
The hurt, the shame, and all the lies.
People that I live with, thought they would be the people that I love.
With the hate, the anger, the yelling, the teasing, and the madness.
The more that I cry, the more I think there is no love.
When I go to school they always talk about me.
When I come home, that's not where I want to be.
Sometimes I feel like I don't want to be in this world.
If someone shot me I wonder how they would feel.
Happy, mad, or pretend that they are sad.
The pain that I feel so deep inside,
The hurt, the shame, and all the lies.
Thoughts For The Lonesome
By __Harry__
This is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for t... More