I find

myself thinking

of you alone.

I was trying to

write this poem

to express my love

but now

I am just writing

because I have

no more love

to express.

I am an empty shell.

I tried everything,

but anger is an issue,

I guess..

Today, I tried giving a present to someone. They called me materialistic. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I felt... confused, bothered, like I was doing something wrong by giving a present to a friend... or maybe I just felt angry because it didn't turn out the way I wanted. However, now I am depressed. Now, I am alone. And crying. I hate this. I really do. Ending would the best of all right now. I don't know what to do anymore.....