Why Am I Here

Why am I here? I walk around the school, around my surroundings, full of self-doubt, I wonder why I am here, for nobody really interacts with me, I try to smile, To be nice, give my opinion, to be genuine, all I really want is a friend. Yet I am still met with silence, they turn their back, I lower my eyes as to not be seen. All my life I have been ignored, maybe that’s my fault, I didn’t reach out, for I knew that I Would be ignored, why reach out, when they will only laugh and pretend to be nice, Sometimes I feel as though My heart Is in a vice grip, waiting for the next person to Come along and squeeze it with all their might, I mise as well give up the fight. I resort inwards as to protect my feelings, I can’t stand much more pain, I just want it to Stop. My only way of relieving the pain, the hurt is resort to self- injuries behavior, it’s not Like anyone would care, They don’t see me anyways, unless they want something from me. Again I ask myself, why am I here in this big cruel punishing world anyways? Would I be Missed if I left? My words, my love, my tired sore arms I have lifted to many to give a Big heartwarming hug, only to have them tell me No.. My only friend again I say is a Pen and paper, my thoughts, my silent tears, have been built up for way too many years. I ask you now Will you please accept my hug and dry up my tears?