Why does it hurt so much when i think about my past
and of all that has happened.
why do i feel as if i don't belong in this world.
that i am meant to be elsewhere but just wont be taken away.
am i really that awful of a person that you don't want to be friends.
what about my feelings?
what about my heart?
what of my soul?
am i really nothing to you all.
am i just a waste of your precious time.
then why come to me when i can not come to you with a problem.
why does everyone turn there shoulder on me and look as if i never existed.
i only wish to be liked to have friend's that will hear me out.
listen to my tales of sorrow.
or am i just one not to listen to cause i am a nobody in your eyes.
what am i really?
a lonely warrior in this world with no one to truly care for me.
you say you do but you don't.
that is why i feel safe and confident in my room.
doing nothing really but staring at my computer screen waisting my life away.
what is there worth living for.
i don't know or remember anymore.
why is it me that has to looked down upon and called evil names.
what did i do to deserve such treatment.
i only tried to be nice and help you out.
but all you ever do is shoot me down and not give a damn about me just your own little problems.
do you know how it kills me inside to know that i have no one to actually talk to about my problems.
to actually have no one there to care and say everything is OK.
why wont this world just let me die and live in peace for once.
so that way i wont live my each day in my life in pain.
for friendship, love, and life are suppose to be cherished.
but how come i feel as if i don't really have any of that.
no friends
no love
no life.
