Why Am I Here
Why am I here?
I walk around this life
, 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, can I now depart this world?
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