Poem #5

I’m tired

Of being all alone

With no one around

Who can hear the

 

Screams of my heart.

Ever so loud

And ever so clear

Yet no one can hear

 

For they all view me

As disposable

As just a thing

To be used

 

To be abused

To be honest

Every day

Is one where

 

I want to

End

My

Life.