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My POV of RPin' Written In A.. Poem?

Either made up or real, eh, just another rant. Maybe sh!itty, maybe not.

I sat in my bed, lonely as usual.
I thought of people in my head, staring at my phone, delusional.

I checked for texts, or anyone on.
I checked my friends like some card decks, and then.. I see one spawn.

A friend of mine, asking to rant.
I speak my signature line, feeling like my help would be as useless as an ant.

"I'm here! Sorry for being late! What happened?"
.. After hours, they weren't there either, not even my spam could bait.. Too late.. And next I could feel that my mood flattened.

I could feel doubt crawling on my back, and that it whispered to me.
Confidence.. I don't have it anymore, something I lack, and what the voice said was something that I could see.

"They don't wanna talk to ya." It spoke ever so negatively.
"The spam is intoxicating, duh." There was no positivity.

.. I temporarily clicked off Wattpad, and went to drawing.
I listened to some song, thingy, dodad, that left me awing.

Hours passed, and drawings were produced.
I checked to see if I didn't seem like an a**, and my numbness subdued.

I saw some friends on, I greeted them back.
I kept my cool, waited for them to respond, and waited, and waited, and waited for that.

Later on in conversations, I asked to RP.
When I feel like insisting was, after it happened, bad intentions, I wanted to be deceased.

I felt the voice come back, harsher then before.
As if it was them coming to wack, and start a goddamn war.

I listened to it, and stopped them from RPin' with me.
And I felt like sh!t, when they continued anyway.. Gee..

If you see this, I know you'll get moody too.
Then you can go on and diss, but just know..

I tried to stop myself from that for you.