My life

My life is not,
what i wanted it to be.
i wanted a life,
where i could be free.

but i have been raped,
and now i slit my wrist.
look look in the mirror,
and say what a twist.

i have trouble,
sleeping at night.
because of you and,
what you thought was right.

i wanted to be pretty,
and have alot of friends.
but instead im sitting here,
as my fooked up life ends.