A Friday Night

Well I'm...
Sitting at home
feeling alone
wishing i was somewhere else,
even somewhere alone,
I'm sitting in my room
thinking about everything
wondering what i am
and what is wrong with me
thinking i am dramatic
and bitchy at times
which i don't mean
and i suck at the lines
i don't mean to be harsh
but its too true
i ruin all the friendships
with him and who too?
and also I'm tired and wish to cry hard
i want to spend the hard picking up my shards.
the shards of my heart
of which have fallen to the ground
if my heart could talk
you'd hear it screaming out loud