a short little poem

Why do I cry when no one sees?

Why do I hate when I should love?

And why do I feel so weak inside?

I am closing to being an adult, yet I feel like a little girl who hasn't learned what love is, and how to get past the pain of wanting to die.

I don't want to be here, yet I don't want to take the journey (there).

I am between life and death, yet I'm standing here breathing like everyone else.

Sometimes I just wonder why I'm still ere watching the world go by.

The End

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