Empty
Sometimes I feel empty,
Like I'm nothing at all,
Even while hanging out with friends,
Or shopping at the mall.
I have no place;
I'm all alone.
I live in a house
Where nothing is my own.
I get harassed non-stop
While I'm at my school.
The people here
Must think I'm a fool.
I sit by myself
With nothing to do,
With no one to talk to,
But that's nothing new.
I'm depressed.
What's the big deal?
I'm going to kill myself.
What? Just being real.