Somtimes

Sometimes,
I cry for no reason.
Sometimes,
I wonder why I smile.
I wonder what
it is that you see.
When I look
in the mirror
I don't see me.
I see someone other
than who I used to be.
Disgusted with my
reflection thats
peering back.
Why was I put
on earth.
Do I even have
a purpose.
Why am I me.
What is the point
of my tortured being?
A soul blackened
by words.
Word with cruelty.
Feelings of no point.
Taunting me with
every word.
Burned from the
outside in.
The angst caused
is greater than
loss itself.
Sometimes,
Cry for no reason.
Sometimes,
Wonder what makes
me smile, Is it you?