I am sick of life.
Sick of feeling like shit.
Sick of nothingness.
Why must I suffer this torment?
Why must I feel this pain?-
Can't anyone take it away?
I feel so alone inside
That sometimes I wonder if I'm even alive.
I have turned into something new;
Into someone I never thought I'd be.
But I guess that is what to expect after being violated, used
And screwed over so many times.
I am the result of pain and suffering.
I am the result of hatred and torment.
I am the result of emptiness and loneliness.
I am the result of broken hope and shattered innocence.
A broken soul.