I don't see a point
in trying to be right
or trying to be me.
i don't understand
a point in trying
to prove myself.
i don't understand how
my family can
just abuse me the way they do.
what is the point in being here?
what is the point in ever
waking up anymore?
what kind of life
is there in this hell?
when should i leave?
or when should i stay?
do i cry or laugh?
do i scream or do i sigh?
what is there to do in this hell?
how can i be here living it everyday?
how do i stand the constant abuse?
when will this pain kill me?
or when will it make me stronger?
a daily dose of hell
brings me to the constant question...
does anyone want me to be alive anymore?
never knowing when my time will come
i will just live it everyday in a hell...
