poetic disarray...

i don not know how to handle this feeling.l..
here i am tonight,
sitting,
cryi8ng at the corner of my room..
all i'm facing now is the floor..
i can only see the dusts,
the blackness,
nothing more..
i feel sad and empty about what's happening..
i wish that someday someone will be proud of me..
tell the world how gorgeous, loving, and intelligent i am..
but then,
i know that it will happen after a long period of time...
after i'm gone..
lying cold in my coffin..
six feet below the ground...