JUST ANOTHER POEM ON LIFE

THIS WORLD I AM STANDING IN
IT COLLAPSES IN FRONT OF MY EYES AND FALLS APART.
THE ASHES OF BLACK SPREAD AMONG MY SOUL
FROM THE CONSTANT BURNING OF MY HEART.
THE BICKERING IN THE HOME I CALL HELL,
THE SWINGS FROM MY FAMILY'S HANDS
AND THE WORDS THAT TEAR ME DOWN...
CAUSE THE CUTS FROM THE BLADE, CRIMSON.
THE PEOPLE I CALL MY CLOSE FRIENDS
I TRULY DOUBT THAT I CAN RELY...
I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING BUT I FEEL AS IF I GET NOTHING IN RETURN...
I FIND MYSELF ASKING WHY...
WHY CAN'T I BE LOVED THE WAY I WANT,
WHY I LIVE FOR THE PAIN AND STRIFE,
WHY I FAKE A SMILE THROUGH MY DYING SOUL,
WHY I LIVE WHEN I SAID I GAVE UP ON LIFE??