I lost my friends

I went into hiding

All because I was scared of living

Danger was my trigger

I felt dead when I was seen

I went into hiding

I forgot my memories

I only remember begging to feel loved

but I did not want anyone to know me

Everything is quiet in my room

I lay in my bed and cry

Another day goes by

where I refuse to be alive

than to be seen

I’d rather not be judged for being me

when what I am

could be

the wrong thing