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.