My Pain

Everyday, I walk alone.

Every second, I feel abonded

How is it when I need help,

I am left to fight for myself.

But when they need help,

They expect me to drop whatever problems I have for them.

Why?

Why must I walk alone on this road of fear?

Who is ever going to care?

Will I ever have anyone to call my own?

Will I ever have a friend who will stand by me no matter what?

I ask these questions every night,

And before I fall asleep I hear a voice in my head.

It always says,

"You are alone forever and ever. But don't worry death is on its way."

I always reach for my knife

But then I drop it and fall into my restless sleep.

Hoping, praying that I will not lose this fight for my life against myself.

Author's Note

i hate ppl and i'm going insane from betrayal