To What End?

 
I love so much
But I feel so hated
I want the pain gone but I don’t have the guts
I am art meant to be desecrated

I wish people knew me more
I speak to mute mouths with ears that do not listen
I am to be trapped in my head forever more
While remaining the punching bag for everyone to get the negative out of their system

I self loath
Since I was 12 years old
I tried medication
And wound up in the same situation

Maybe it’s my reason to be here
Soon I’ll just disappear
If you’re cut with a sharp blade
Inflicting pain
Would you accept this to be your fate every day?

I survived situations I wasn’t supposed to
Left stranded in a world discarded like spoiled food

But to what end?