You don't have to be my friend,
if it's too much to ask.
I don't have much of anything,
And this rejection will not be the last.

Do not feel sorrow for me,
for you will get nothing back.
But the emptiness I feel inside,
is nothing compared to the silence that you lack.

The pain I have inside is only for me to see,
For the social ladder will never be climbed.
To be told just once that I am loved,
The fear of it in my eyes, I will never find.

My sanity is hardley even there,
and I've been mistaken on what exactly is right.
I hate this feeling inside, but crave it.
I?ve been barely holding on, letting go with all my might.

My insecurities inside split,
and the things for my heart will never be filled.
I?m afraid I?ll never find it,
and scared to death I will.

Death shall slowly begin to take over,
Then to thyself there will be not one final word.
No one cared to notice me, or to lend a helping hand,
I?ve been speaking with my silence, only praying you would've heard....