Your Creation.

my "friends" say im suicidal

and though you'd probably agree

i really dont know who i am

not you but me

i wish that i could tell you

not through love and joy

but my tears and pain

what i must endure

with your echoeing silence

you need to understand

i dont want affection

i want your attention

ask me what's wrong

until i finally tell

but no one really knows

my bark is worse than my bite

i speak through the pencil and paper in hand

sometimes i wonder

why my mind driffs

i guess you could say

im still exploring

the closed and locked doors in the back of my dark and empty mind

you'll never understand

that i know what you say

so tell me why you consistingly

play this stupid game

you just love to play?