Purpose...
By: Rebellious_Cherry

Purpose...
I don't know what my purpose is, but I sure wish I did.
I cry myself to sleep every night wishing I were dead. I think of suicide,
but its just an easy way out, I need to feel the pain that I deserve, I
need it, and I have to.
I cut myself, but I don't have any problems, I'm perfectly fine. I don't
need anyone telling me this crap that I have problems because I'm fine.
I could surprise you, how different I may seem, during the day and during
night.
During daylight hours, I seem normal a girl that has everything happiness,
parents, family, love and all but is it real?
ALL an illusion, lies, pain ...
During the night hours, I cry, I cry because I hate myself, I hate myself
for being born, for being a useless, stupid person, my parents are right I
am stupid, I am useless, I don't know how to do one thing right.
I wake up in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat only to remember
that it is time, time for the punishment, my punishment. I slowly, weakly
walk towards my destination, I gaze at the metal, gripped tight between my
fingers. Close the doors behind me so no one can hear my sobs, no one can
hear my cries, no one can see the tears, no one can see the blood trickle
down my arm onto the cold, hard floor. I force it on my skin, forcing the
skin to open wide for the blood to come out for the tears to cry. I lay
there motionless, thinking, why? Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why me?
Why cant I just die? You've heard them scream at me that they don't need me
so why, why cant you just take me now. Please.

Please Review this poem, its not about me, I know better, its about someone
very close to me.
Email me if you seem to have a similarity to this so that we could talk or
something.

(never lose the hope)