A poem I first made to express my feelings but changed it into what Yuki feels. Hope you guys like it.
Why was I born into this world.
This world of darkness, pain, and lies.
No one cares about the lonely kid.
Who only wants attention from someone, anyone.
Wanting to be love and to know that someone wants him to be alive.
To feel someone caring for him.
Only to find shouting and anger.
Loneliness that became what he is.
Feeling the need to cut in order to feel wanted.
Knowing not to and curling up even tighter.
"Maybe, If I just stay like this for a while maybe then I'll die.
Then the world would have more air and space."
He speaks out aloud to no one.
The little black, curled up figure who is never thought of.
Never cared for and never loved.
Hiding by the shadows, lays a figure.
Look closer and see that the figure is a child.
The child is me.