Black

I am writing this from the blackness of my world.
Lonely. Dark. Desolate.
No one to talk to. No one who will understand my pain.
So I sit here writing this, just in case someone will care.

No one comes.
No one cares.

I sit here in the loneliness of my world.
Quiet. Very quiet.
Everyone thinks they know me.
Shy. Quiet. Intelligent. Happy.
They do not understand.

For when I sit in the blackness of my world,
All those aspects of me disappear.
I have pain. Depression. Sadness.
I keep it all to myself.
I just remember; no one cares.

I cry.
I hate myself.
Why do I have to look like this? Why do I act like this?

Why?!

Silence.
No one is here to answer these questions.
So I sit here in the darkness of my world in pain;
In a pain that no one can see.
I hide it so very well;
‘Hidden in the darkness of my world.

I think to myself.
Why not end it all now?
If no one cares…then why the hell not..?
Something is holding me back,
Begging me to reconsider.
What is it?
Is it my conscience? Fear?
I don’t know.

HELP ME!!
Please….someone…..help me….
There is no reply.
The pain and fear is overwhelming me.
I can feel it flowing through my veins;
Even in the darkness of my world.

Debating.
Debating.

I will wait. One more day.
Only one more day.
If no one comes to help me in the blackness of my world,
Then you shall her the sound of death.
The sound that no one likes to hear
In the happiness of their world.