A Somebody

Sitting alone in his darkened room
Walls painted black his heart turning black
Eyes stare at the screen
People turning his heart into nothing
He hears things
He sees things
Nobody seems to care for him
Only his family seem to care
At school he has two friends
The only ones apparently
What he can't understand he doesn't know
Eyes looking up to him
Trying to be like him
Poeple actually like him
How is he supposed to know that
When everybody says they hate him?
Simple he doesn't
Going through the days feeling hated
More and more people having a secret
Obsession with him inside
Why couldn't they like him?
But they did and he didn't know
A day had come when almost everyone
Had said 'I hate you'
Not knowing the truth
He died alone in his head
His heart an empty whole
A somebody