hope?

 
Some one.... Out there....her I am. Sad, mad, confused, and forsaken... Sad at the fact I am no one. Mad because no one hears my cry's. And Confused of who I am.... I go to bed hoping that tomorrow will never come. I wake knowing that today is just going to be worse.... I know that I will never be happy... For ever to be unloved.... I look at the world and see happy people... And look in the mirror and just see a stranger... With no frend, no love, and no meaning to live... I am not afraid death... For death is like going home... I try to see hope.... But sadly I think am blind


I know I will never kill my self.... Suicide not the answer... Some day I hope to be cured... But till then I put the blade to my wrist... Cut deep so I can forget... Of the world and who I am....all I hope for in life.... Is not money, not power, not fame.... But love..... But I can't escape the irrefutable truth that I will never be loved....al I can do is hope some one out there truly  cares....