Battle Scars

Why?

Why do I even look at the texts?
Why do I open my computer?
Why do I hope for help?
Why did my real parents die?
Why do people change to bad?
Why do people say that theres hope for the hopeless? Because I don't have hope I don't know the meaning of my life when I know what will be there.
Why is it that people make me feel this way? Sad. Depressed. Not knowing why I was put here in the first place.
Why is it that there is no one here to care for me? My foster parents hate me they just keep me because no one will take me, and they were so sweet when I first came to their home then something changed in them. The kids at school treat me like trash.
Why is it that my only friends are a dog a journal and my imaginary life? Yes I have a imaginary life. Not like anyone would really want to be my friend or at least no one in this town would be my friend besides the stuff in my head. The life I wish I had. Where everything would be perfect. The family. The friends. The money. My boyfriend.
But nope I'm stuck with this life where everyone hates me for no reason. Where people make me wanna hurt myself.
Yes, I have self harmed. You would to if you where in the place I'm in.
I hate being hated.
People bully me on websites, through emails, through texts.
People at school take my stuff. I've been pushed into trashcans, stuffed into lockers and not get out till a teacher comes and gets me out.
Oh yeah. I forgot to say Mr. Beckmill. He's my best friend that can actually talk back to me and he tries to help but what can you do? Not much really. He is always there for me. One day I he wishes to start a family with his newly wedded wife. Yes I was there to see him get married. It was so cute. I hope one day I'll get married and start a family. One day... Hopefully.
My parents died when I was seven and I'm fifthteen. There was a ten car pile up and they were the third car hit. They were trapped in at all sides and badly injured... lots of blood leaving the bodies and no one came in time and were DOA and that was the day everything changed. My life was gone. Well let's say three people were in that car my mom my dad and my little brother who was due the next week. I was going to be a big sister. Not anymore well I still am he is just in heaven with my mom and dad.
Why is it that the quite people are the only people who wanna be my friends but they are to scared to be treated like me so they don't say anything? They just watch it happen.
Why is it that I'm starting to get used to this treatment?
Why won't someone help me?

Why?