This is just a poem or something like that I wrote in some spare time

Hope you like

What has made you come to this

Is it your mother? Father? Sister? Brother?

Then what who is it?

You stare below so far below

Why were you bourn you think?

Everyone you know hates you or dead

The weather expresses what you are feeling

A storm raining thunder lighting

The wind whipping your hair in your face

You think that no one will notice that you're gone

Or even dead

No one loved you

They pitted you and your life

Even when you said don't pity me

The scars of your past start to tingle

And resurface the pain and sorrow

You crumble in pain

On your hands and knees and you cry out in pain

But the pain won't fade or go away

It never will

And no one would even notice it was there to start with