Untitled (Old poem)

I feel as if my life,
Is a game of hide'n'seek,
And it seems like people have to find me,
Every single week.

My knees are falling to the ground,
Taking down the rest of me,
I wrap my arms around my legs,
And drop my head unto my knee.

I cry for hours,
Not moving at all,
Because my careless friends,
Don`t help me when I fall.

Then comes along,
The only one that understands my mind,
Now she`s moving,
Leaving me behind.

Now no one is there behind me,
With every step I take.
No one`s there beside me,
With every move I make.

I am left,
Upon the dirt,
No one helping,
When i`m hurt.

I`m am bruised and tortured,
And no one`s there.
I have to help myself,
With only air.

It is impossible to help myself,
So there I lie,
Bleeding for hours,
Until I die.