That Girl Is Me

I want the end,
I want it now..
No one wants a used and abused
Emo girl... No one wants
To find her and comfort her..
They do not care if she is neither
Here nor there..
As long as she is out of their ways..
Just a waste of space...
She cannot be loved..
She has scars...  Her body isn't
Perfect, full of many flaws..
She doesn't know what is left of her
Or what she is..
She sees herself in the mirror,
Eyes swollen and tear stains
On her cheeks..
She tries to look at herself
As wanted, important and needed..
Even beautiful... But she knows
She isn't.. She knows the truth all
Too well.. She cries herself to sleep,
And she'll listen to their
Laughs as her lullaby...
Why do they not see
The pain she feels?
Are they deaf to her
Cries, and too blind
To see her? She wonders
Why she's alive when
Everyone either hates her
Or only wants to hurt her...
She cries til she falls
Into a dark sleep..
And in her dreams,
She is found, and is
Able to hold happiness...
But that's only in her dreams..
That girl who is pushed away,
Is a girl who hurts
Deep inside.. That girl..
Is who I am...
She is me..