Burning in hell is all it is-
Tourture.
When nobody loves you;
And not even you can understand your own pain.
When nobody can see it;
Because it doesn't show.
On the inside your blood starts to boil-
As you are being hit-
And cussed at-
Like many days before.
You long for the days
When you can scream into the darkness of the nightly forrest.
But you know that nobody is listening.
Because you can't bear to remember,
What you tried to block out,
You try so hard,
But the tears come
As you scream into the hate-filled night
You can't find your way home,
Because there is none.
It's no longer there.
No family to love you;
And keep you safe.
No bed or blankets;
To keep you warm.
No food;
To keep your stomach full.
No water;
To quench your thirst.
You have nothing-
You are nothing-
And you are miserable.
Do you remember the good days?
Do you remember when you had a good home?
A mother-
And a father?
Do you remember when you had friends-
When you were popular?
And now what are you?
You are worthless.
The lonely voice in the night.
So how does it feel to be unwanted?
How does it feel to be nothing?
You are invisable-
I can see right through you.
You hate everybody-
Because everybody hates you.
Pills and rugs,
Guns and knives,
Or even jumping off a bridge.
Those are the things you want to resort to.
Oh and one more thing,
You are me.