My life means nothing
There is no reason to be here.
I've lost my only friend.
I've been labled by all the teachers, as the messed up one,
the mindless child.
What's the point?
Hatred goes on and on.
Sure it's my fault and I have suffered.
I feel the guilt.
Why can't you admit it's partly your fault too?
Am I messed up?
Or misunderstood?
What?
Why?
Not sure what more to put in that poem.
It's worthless and I have no one to go to.
I am a lone wolf.
People will pass, me not for long.
Forever I will be seen as a disease.,
A stay away...
No one will love the way I was nice years ago.
I've got to get out, but how? No one will come near me.
I've been forced to sit on this pile of dead corpses, because to everyone else that's exactly what I am, a dead, rotten, and unattractive person.