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.

I am...

A broken soul.