Can Anyone Help?

I have gone through so much shit in my life, but there was always someone there for me to love me. Even when my family left me alone. I use to just go out with friends...they were my family even if they werent blood, i still loved them like one. But now my life is crashing into pieces, i am afraid i really am..i have no one to lean on...i wake up crying wishing i gone somewhere...i fall asleep crying and feel like i can finally escape everything. And when i get stand on top of that bridge, i look down at the rushing waters, thinking i can finally leave, but i give up..and fall back to the sidewalk even when people around me were saying "jump...jump...jump." its like I am getting locked into my thoughts anymore...i cant even write anymore, no one on here likes my poetry, i know..=[ i have nothing more to say because truly where is the place i belong? It seems like everyone hates me...and wants me gone. But somehow I keep on walking with my head held high, just feeling alone in this world. like is anyone out there...willing to take me in?

and somehow no matter what someone does to me...i still love them

sorry...i can actually be one of the happiest people in the world..but right now i have lost my touch on everything..

I have just pm'd you. =]

Smile girl...
I know there is something better for you out there
Everything happens for a reason and somethign good will happen for you I promise just keep your priorities staright and work hard and be an honest person

"i cant even write anymore, no one on here likes my poetry"

How can you say no one likes your poetry? over 200hundred and something people have voted on your poems, and your rated 4.9/5 That's really good.

With the way things are now, i guess you just have to try and ride it out, things will get better later on. and right now you just have to try to be strong and hold on. Later on in life, when your able to, you can move away 'escape' from these things, and make a better life for yourself

"i cant even write anymore, no one on here likes my poetry"

^ And, so what? Isn't the point of it all to write for yourself?