The Hate That Rages in Me

I sit all day alone in a room, wishing so much that I could get up and walk but sadly I cant.

Nineteen years old and already a burden to everyone I know.

I see the looks I get when I walk in the store of the mall on the arm of another girl, and there is nothing I can do, cause if I let go I will fall to my doom.

I thought I would be okay, so I got up one day and tried to walk, it caused nothing but trouble and all I have to show is a broken wrist.

Sometimes I wish it would be a broken heart, I know the day is coming when my love will give up on me to.

Everyone else has, mom, grandmal, even my two best friends are getting tired of having to cart me around on their arm.

God how I wish it would stop, so desperately I want it to, I'm so sick of the looks and the comments: "You can't even walk on your own."

Its sad to say but at Nineteen years of age, I'm ready to give up and throw my life away.

I might as well everyone else has, the would all be better off if I was Gone, no longer being a burden, no longer breathing.

Just a cold dead look on my face.