even though i open my mouth to speak
no voice comes
the truth is
im chained by own thoughts
wondering if i should say this or not
knowing that they will either laugh or yell
as i stood there in the darkness,
it seemed to comfort me.
the grip on my finger seemed to loosen
before i knew it,
tears were falling.
it was so lonely.
my eyes had no life,
they did not burn with passion,
nor did they not smile.
in these dark brown, hollow eyes of mine,
it tells a story.
a story of lonliness, hatred, and depression.
they’re looking at me.
why are they looking at me?
is it because im different?
when i left the house this morning,
i looked fine.
so, why is it that they’re whispering?
i could only walk on and pretend as though i don’t hear a thing.
it does hurt.
it hurts so much that i want to pull the trigger.
and i did,