For the lonely...

I'm writing this for the lonely.
The ones that hardly know me.
I'm writing this for the ill.
The ones that take the pills.
I'm writing this for those that cry.
The ones torn up, and broken inside.
I'm writing this for a life.
The ones wanting to die.
I'm writing this for me.
because....
I'm lonely,
I hardly know myself,
I'm ill
I take the pill
I always cry
I'm torn up
and broken inside
I need a life
and I want to die........

(this poem was made up, I don't really want to die)