Pain

Pain strikes my young body every night
Tears slowly drain out of my innocent eyes
Why?
Because boys touch me like i'm an object..
My so called friends talk about me like im no one important to them.
Life always seems to be a mistake.
Like no one wants me here.
People say they love me,
But I wonder..
Are they saying it to make me happy
or because they mean it they really mean it.?
I always wanted to know how long i will live for. and if i will die of a good cause.
and at my funeral,
how many people will actually show up.
No one seems to be there to help me from these terrible things and thoughts
I guess god made my life like this so i guess i must live it.