The other me

[Chanz]

I wrote this today while I was in maths. It's not very nice, but his is how I feel

 

 

Why do people care?

Would people seriously give a damn if I was devoured by a bear?

Would anyone miss me,

Or would they just let it be?

 

People come and people go,

Close friends turn into a foe.

Emptyness is here to stay,

There is no escape or place to get away.

 

It slowly eats away at you,

Letting you know anything you believed in was never true.

Pulls you down into a pile,

Watches you struggle for a while.

 

Then begins to play with and torture you,

Laughing at everything you do.

Letting you know, you wont be anything,

Because you are nothing and they, are king.