Alone.

The girls sit and stare
I can see their glares
From across the room.

I get up and run away
To my room is where I lay
In peace
but not for too long

I'm so alone, so alone
I am prone
To suicidal feelings.

When I feel alone
I feel like I should quit eating
till my flesh sticks to the bone
And I am ready to die.

See when you are not with me
I feel as if I should not me alive, living.

And when I let someone down
Its as if someone hits me and I drown
In all these emotions.

I'm so alone, so alone
I am prone
To suicidal feelings.
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This is one of the first poems I have written
A very long time ago.
I do not encourage any of the things mentioned in my poem.