Brooding

I was sitting there in my room
A perfect, overwhelming silence over me to brood
You must know it was only for the mood
She said to me
“Move, back away”
And I felt in that moment
A feeling of isolation

A flash of rage arose within me
But I kept it in
Now I sit on my bed
Here in my room
Contemplating
Thinking
What if I
Why don’t I?
Why don’t I end my life?
If I can never have them
They can never have me
And I’m sure they don’t care either way

There you go again
I try to talk to you, but you ignored me again
How do you expect we be friends?
How am I supposed to happy
If you always leave me

So what if I just end it all here
And say goodbye to the discomfort
I better look nice before I go
Cause you know
You gotta look nice when you meet your maker