Alone.

I wish I was dead.
So then I wouldn't have to constantly ask to go to bed.
I hate this world.
I'm just another girl who's voice was lost in the crowd.
 
 
This world can't be real.
There's so much pain.
I want to cry again.
 
The pain I give myself will no longer suffice.
My heart has turned into ice.
The fire, the burning passion that had once been in my heart is gone.
I am left alone.
With no one.
 
I have people around me.
But alone is all I'm meant to be.
 
Stab me in the heart.
Turn me into art.
Kill me slowly.
Dying Hollow.