Why Am I Here?

Sitting all alone,
waiting for something big to come.
Waiting for the right time,
and waiting for the right line.
Sitting on your bed,
in the darkest corner of your room.
Everyone else says it looks like a tomb,
but you like it just fine.
You climb up on your windowsill,
wanting to go grasping for another pill.
You know why your here,
and you know why you don't want to be.
You know that your here for your family.
But how can you be there for a family,
thats never there for you?
How can you be there for people,
that dont love you too?

By: Lyla
For:someone important in my life