My World

The world rots in sadness,
while I am rotting day by day in my bed.
The lack of love appears to us,
but is covered up, by a ton of fake smiles, in this still undiscovered world.
We hate eachother daily, but our hate turns into love if we’re in need,
not in need of a friend, a need to have and to be.
My world of darkness and silence,
is different than your thoughts, exciting and upgoing.
My world of constant depression, is different,
than the world you know.
My world is ending and waiting for my life to end, it’s different,
than waiting for attention like a lonely soul in a group of hungry birds.
One day you will understand what my world really meant.