Sometimes I sit here alone
praying for the relief of death.
Just wanting an end to the pain
that consumes my very being.
The familiar pain searing my soul till numb
with only enough feeling left for pain.

Darkness covers me
as I wonder why I even remain.
All I ever wanted was to be somebody
to count for something.
Instead I'm the living nightmare
to those that matter most.

Always asking why couldn't I be this?
Why didn't I do that?
The object of scorn and rejection
as others continually pass me by.
Holding my arms out to everyone
hoping that someone, anyone will accept.

Once a beautiful child existed
full of dreams and hopes yet discovered.
Innocence ripped from this child
leaving nothing but darkness inside.
No longer viewing the world as a cherished little one
but of something that became nothing at all.

Existence is only futile
as the last of my hopes fade.
My arms fall to my sides
to weary to hold out anymore.
Fate is turning into my reality
as my darkest wish is made.