Emo HS poetry

Lonely,
Lonely is my life.
The very meaning describes my days,
I feel it deep inside of me,
crying to get out.
No... lonely is they name
and lonely I will be

I've made bunkmates out of misery,
and enemies our of company.
Why, is beyond my reasoning.
How, I don't remember.

crying,
Crying to get out,
is the beast within.
Gasping for air.
The beast within, that which I've suppressed,
suppressed for many-a-year.

Death,
Death is the answer.
Quick... a click and it's over;
Band and you're gone.
Death is the answer.