What is this place I have called my life for so long?
Why am I alone here, no one to hold dear?
This darkness had beckoned to me deeper then ever.
From this blade my veins will be severed.
My surefire death is my last endeavor.
Tonight I breathe in this empty atmosphere.
Those last words in my ears, they sear.
I pray to the Gods above that I'll get through this.
These last moments of my life won't be bliss.
There's nothing and no one I will truly miss.
After they have ripped everything away from me.
Ruined my life, tore apart my feelings, stepped on my heart.
No one cares. No one wants me. No one needs me.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm wounded, bleeding, bloody and broken...
I can't sleep at night, can't shake the fright.
I keep dreaming of the accident.
I'm waking up screaming.
I keep breathing fast.
I keep crying silently.
I should have died.
Why didn't I die?
Why am I locked inside this nightmare called my life?
Why did they leave me?
DId they not care?
Are they thinking about me?
Are they worrying about me?
Do they miss me?
I miss them.
Who knows how long they will be gone.
Who cares that I've been wronged.
No one can make these wrongs right again.
I'm forever broken.
Forever lost.
My sorrows screaming, mindless dreaming.
The time I have left isn't long.
For I know I can't be wrong.
This is the test of life.
I am determined to fail.
My life is never mine, and definitely isn't anymore.
Watch me as I leave you all and walk out this door.
My excruciatingly long 16 years were all a waste.
Trust me you don't even want a taste.
If you think I'm scary now just wait...
Now my life is nothing but pitiful hate.
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