Jealous of the Dead

Dont know why i am writing this Who is there to listen Lonliness wraps its fingers round my heart and slowly squeezes almost to stopping point and callously releases its grip Jealous of the dead, envious of the silence and hopeful of the end of pain Stuck at the party, listen to the vapious conversations of the world longing for the last song never wanting to belong killing myself from the inside out Cast your stones at me I will not turn in fear Rid the world of me For i am all sadness Shed no tears for me Time has slipped my grasp and pain replaced with naught My pity for the pitiful who simply carry on I sit here with a single tear within my hand and pour myself into oblivion