A small empty casket lies infront of me calling me

Beckoning me inside it's soft interior the temptation to crawl inside and lay myself to sleep 

grows with the passing days. My angels have abandoned me leaving me to rot in this unforgiving world. My own family is no longer trust worthy, telling me only halftruths and lies. They sit on a throne of lies and I suffer for their wrong doing in their wicked eyes Im less than human, uninportant, replaceable, not wanted,  I am a something in their eyes an object never being treated like a someone. Every passing day, hour,secound, minute, the casket that once haunted me in my sleep seems so tempting. Who am I on this Earth? Is this what life has to offer? Or is it just me? Will I ever be washed out by an ocean of people? my thoughts and words drowned out by the words of others. This world was not meant for me, born in the wrong place at the wrong time shawdowed out bythe people around me.