FCK REALITY

Yeah. you could walk up to me and tell me it was just a joke that you would leave but instead you left for real and I couldn't even stop you and now I wanna scream I hate you but you're living inside my mind so you never really left you just hid behind a wall and made me hate myself. What did I do to be held captive by all this pain? Why must I suffer all this pain and kids my own age smile without a slight idea of what I feel deep inside. Is it fair that at sixteen I always have to make a decision if I should live or die. Is it fair that I have to look up to God and cry asking why I have this misery in my life. every other day is just a fight for survival against the hate that people portray and the hate I've got deep inside. can I just please be told that it'll end without me needing to slit on my wrist every night with this false sense that it's making me feel OK.