inside me is a sad person hiding in a dark room with the door locked never to know what the outside world ever looks like, but the sad person rather stay in his room. when he is in his dark room he writes, he writes his feelings about what could of been, but he will never know cause he is locked in his dark room. he keeps his secrets to himself, never telling anyone, always by himself, never to say a word. He was once loved, but that is no more, the hope that he had slowly was slipping away from him.
Sometimes he wishes that he was not born so he cannot go through his life feeling empty and the world would be happy that he did not exist.