When will this go away?

Sitting on a mountain
Sitting very still
Looking up at the stars
When will my life Fulfill

When will good things happen
When will I have good dreams
Instead of these suicidal ones
That are filled wish screams

Filled with blood and cutting
People hanging from a tree
When will all this go away
When will my mind set free

I just wish That I could
Look in the mirror and see
A girl with a smile
Anyone other then me

When will I have friends
Who really actually care
And where will they be
When I actually need them there

I am really starting
To loose all hope
I really think
Life's one big joke

So hopefully this will change
Any time would be good
But till then, and for now
I'll just do what I should

I will sit there in my room
And stair at the knife
I really wish I didn't do this
But its the story of my life

-Please comment or vote, I have one similar to this called story of my life.-
Paula