Everyday

Everyday I’m dressed for a funeral

to whom, I do not know

stepping out of the comfort of my home

to be met with abandonment and loneliness

Everyday is the same no change in anyway

the noise that crowds me, drags me down

to here what they all have to say is not my purpose

rather than to listen then forget I ignore with all my might

for some give me such a fright

In class alone I sit

 oh so my feelings flick

for they cannot see the truth behind for it is so quick

they never notice my feelings present

or the signs I leave behind for they are all to caught up

on who said this or who said that, what they’ll do or what they have done

its not enough to notice the scribbles on my already dark page

the constant drawings of death in the margins of the page

the felling of insanity creeping in to make me feel crazy

Is it that I’m lost?

I have searched for to long for happiness

Yet every time I grasp it it slips away

Don’t I deserve a chance?

I guess not as ill always walk alone