Forever here

My life is an open book, pages stained with cowardice, its made for all too look, words filled with emptiness

You can laugh or you can cry, this book is inked with pain and suicide

agony and loneliness are my eldest friends, when you all left me the bitterness began

now I'm left alive yet dead, you wonder why I'm livid, the seeds were buried in my head, that I wasn't allowed any happiness

I'm now accustomed to the back of you, so walk away like you always do, no one held close, no one held dear, resentment is what I hold here.