Why Must I Go Thru This

The pain i have so deep inside
is amplified five hundred times
the thought of life just makes me cry
makes me want to curl up and die
to be told im loved and it be a lie
its the same story everytime i try
to keep another person in my life
it is my never ending sacrafice
so here it is my five hundredth time
no more tears left for me to cry
im so sick of my worthless life
lets see what you think of me when i die

A Poem By...

Steven Foster