Why am I on Prose?

I write for so many reasons

I take all this chaos within my head, and put it into words

So many demons within me.

Funny right?

1 friend in reality

80 friends online.

Funny right?

Why do people not like me?

See?

Use that.

I feel so alone

I really do

And I take all that pain within my heart,

And put it all into words

Even if no one sees it

“People don’t know what It’s like to try and make yourself feel nothing,

Just so you can numb the pain.”

I don’t do this.

Writing is my way to numb the scars left behind by everyone I trusted

That’s why I write

It’s also why I have no friends

And that is why I feel so alone

And THAT is why I write

All these monsters within me, Are slowly being killed as I move my pencil across the paper

I don’t need any friends.

One

I only have one. And that’s all I need.

Let my words forever be my escape

As I watch myself slowly change from frowns

To smiles

It won’t be long before I drown out the feeling,

of being alone.

But for now I can’t stop asking myself

“Why do people not like me?”