I don't understand the life that has been given to me.
Every day is a living hell.
Why was I chosen to be the one to suffer?
It's not my mom,
It's not my dad,
It's me.
Just me.
Alone.
Nobody cares.
Nobody.
Nobody will ever understand,
at least not today.
Maybe I was destined to live this life.
Just me.
Alone
standing here in the cold.
All alone.
No one by my side.
Maybe I will find someone some day.
Maybe not.
But until then I'll be praying for that day.
The day that I can really smile.
I'm sick of pretending
to be happy,
the falsness of my so-called joy.
My feelings are drained.
I can't cry,
I can't bleed.
I feel that with every day that passes a piece of me dissolves.
I hate that when I come to love somebody
it turns out that they don't give a damn about me.
It hurts to go through every day
feeling like you don't matter.
Maybe my life is meaningless
but I am obligated to live it.
Reality digs deeper into my head.
It splinters my fellings.
It sucks my soul dry.
Soon I will be nothing.
Just a mindless being left to waunder the earth.
It's just me.
Me all alone.
But maybe some day
I will have the courage
to face life alone.

(wrote this in 7th grade)

 
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