I Want.

I Want The World To Prove To Me That Things Are Going To Be Okay.
I Want My Friends To Prove That They Want Me To Stay.
I Want This Hurt To End.
I Want A Blade In My Hand,
Meeting The Skin On My Wrists.
I Want It All.
I Want To Keep Trying.
I Want To Know I Have A Purpose.
I Want To Stop Crying.
I Want To Stop Feeling So Worthless.
I Don't Want To Give Up,
But I'm Scared That I Might End Up That Way.
I Want This Pain To Just Run Away.
I Want,
I Want,
I Want- I Never Recieve.