The End

Dark, lonely, painful.

Why can't anyone see I feel this way?

Why doesn't anyone get who I am, who I was, who I want to be, I don't want to be the way I am.

I don't want to feel the way I feel.

Lost, fallling, confused.

Scared of waht I am becoming.

I bleed and no one notices.

I lay and no one notices.

I die and no one notices that I am gone.

Lives go on as before.

No longer a pain that must be dealt with.

No longer a face that can't be remembered.

Wishing everything would just end.

End and be happy, safe, found, loved again by someone, anyone.

Remembered.

Wishing for a new start. Praying that there is a a light were I am going.

Wondering if I will ever find the place where I am truely wanted.

Loved. Hated.

Both seem to mean the same.

Looking for an outlet.

Looking for the end.