The Acception

For the longest time,
I sat in a lonely room.
I sat there not knowing anything.
My head feels filled with every thought but was really nothing.
No one understood.
I was afraid to trust anyone because they would always turn away.
For the longest time,
I wanted eternal rest.
So much stress and terror.
I dreaded for the next say to come knowing my days are just repeating.
My abuse is not good enough.
My heart is only pumping hopeless blood through my veins.
Draining the hopelessness out.
For the longest time,
I prayed for happiness.
Everything I needed I couldnt have.
Everything I wanted I couldnt reach.
My days dreaded on, and so did my breaths.
Was it a reward or punishment to live onto the next day?
I deserve nothing.
I accept my punishment.