I feel like its going to be my last day.

Of being on this very Earth,

And then those very dear friends that love me so,

Hear of it.

Ask me what's wrong,

Stop me.

Before I take a step towards that window.

I can't help but smile to think,

That maybe I'm not alone.

Then they leave.

I cry.

I break down over the loss.

I want to die again.

Agh, The sorrowfulness.

Then someone else stops me.

I try and push them away, make them hate me,

So that way, I hate them back,

And I won't end up broken once more.

But...why is it that...I'm even worse off?

Why...does the world hate me so?