Why am I on Prose?
I write for so many reasons
I take all this chaos within my head, and put it into words
So many demons within me.
1 friend in reality
80 friends online.
Why do people not like me?
I feel so alone
I really do
And I take all that pain within my heart,
And put it all into words
Even if no one sees it
“People don’t know what It’s like to try and make yourself feel nothing,
Just so you can numb the pain.”
I don’t do this.
Writing is my way to numb the scars left behind by everyone I trusted
That’s why I write
It’s also why I have no friends
And that is why I feel so alone
And THAT is why I write
All these monsters within me, Are slowly being killed as I move my pencil across the paper
I don’t need any friends.
I only have one. And that’s all I need.
Let my words forever be my escape
As I watch myself slowly change from frowns
It won’t be long before I drown out the feeling,
of being alone.
But for now I can’t stop asking myself
“Why do people not like me?”