Meanderings..

I have no creative outlet, and yet, I feel a need to write..
Blah.
Today is my depressed day.
Did you notice?
One person did.
I am so ridiculously sick of being sick..(mentally, not physically)
And, damn, no one ever knows my name.
I want to be heard,
so I squeak.
I want to die,
so I dream.
I want you to be with me,
so I break my heart, myself.
I always wanted to be like this,
or was it that you lied?
Just stop trying.
Or stop ignoring me.
I think you need to understand.
That I think so much of you,
do so much for you.
What do I get in return?
Whatever.
I just thought I'd breathe.
But damn that,
because you're polluting the system,
and forcing feathers down my throat.