Misery

Was there ever a time when I loved myself?
When the sting of words spit, did not rip my soul?
Was there ever a moment of bliss when I felt it was all going to be okay?
My mind is too worn to recall such a moment.

I feel like I am nothing, that I am no one,
If I had feelings they would not matter,
If my soul were aching no one would sooth it,
From my eyes pour a river of tears mistaken only for rain.

It seems that no one sees or understands,
They can take of me but find it impossible to give,
I have been emotionally raped and left to die,
Lost amidst these torturous thoughts.

Afraid of what will be, when I no longer am,
I will suffer, for suffering is life.