Broken Soul

I feel empty, I feel...nothing,
These tears I cry mean nothing.
What do they think of me I ask myself everyday,
A toy, a machine to please they're every needs?,
They don't know the pain I feel.
The hurt I've been through,
The tears I've shed,
The mask I wear to hide these fears,
Some days I just wish I was dead.

I feel broken,
Who am I?,
What is my purpose?,
This I do not know,
But I wanna go home.
This world has no place for me,
My heart feels sore,
I've kept up this pace so long,
I don't think i can fight anymore.
The anger I feel is consuming me,
My mental structure is falling to pieces day by day,
Sadly if I die I won't be missed anyway.

Who knew That one situation could fuck me up this much,
But what can I say,
Its just my luck...