The story of my life, now.

Bruised, Battered, Bashed.

All that happens to me, is me being thrashed.

I always feel slashed,

I fit in with the trashed.

I don't belong,

Should I just move along?

I don't feel strong,

It's been so long.

Can you see my scars?

Is this love really ours?

I look at the stars,

I want to go to Mars.

I'm a waste of space,

I'm a disgrace.

I have no expression on my face,

I hate the human race.

I force a laugh,

QUICK! Take a photograph.

My last telegraph,

is my epitaph.

I hope you're happy now,

You are, but how?

I made a vow,

But I'm gone now, anyhow.

Author's Note

Didn't know how to finish it better. Sorry guy's.