Nothing Left

I have no love, no family, no home.
So what's the use of being here?
Besides I am just a mere, shadow against the wall.
If it wasn't there would anyone notice at all?
What if I were to leave this world?
No name far a no named girl.
What if I were to cut myself and bleed, then would you notice me?
What if I became suicidal; then would you notice me?
Maybe for a little while?
Of course not I am just a mistake.
What was laid out to you, that you shouldn't take.
What no one wants around, that you found dirty and useless on the cold hard ground.
No one seems to want me, the past begins to haunt me.
For thinking of someone who could have loved me.
But has hurt me, spiritually, emotionally, and physically.
The tears I try to cry, the pain I try to hide, the thoughts of my memories are burning me alive.
I do not understand why I keep trying to strive, to please the ones around me, that I really wish would die.
Please do not feel pity, I am used to being alone.
No love, no family, no home. -