Why am I the target?

Why am I always the target in this evil game called life?
Why do people think they can always take advantage of me?
If they only knew what I think at night maybe the would stop just maybe.
I will never know i guess.
I lay awake wishing death upon myself wishing I could commit suicide.
Do you think if I told them they would stop making me their target?
Do you think they would stop taking advantage?
I sont I think they want me to die and I think they want me dead.
I think they want me to die slow and painfully>
I will never know the truth and they will never know how i really fell because I never will say.
One of these days I will end up dead in my house.