All And Everytime Poem by Melynda Smith

No.
No nothing.
Nothing is wrong.

~Well maybe there is~

All i can feel is loneliness, hate, sadness, unloved, and pain.
All i can feel is pain.
All i see every night,
Is blood, running down my wrists.
Everyday is the same.
Cutting gives me comfort.
So addicting, it's like my personal drug.
School, is just slow.
Agonizingly slow.
2 boys hate me.
(more so than normal)
Put me down so much i just want to break this,
This Mask.
I feel something new now,
Self-hatred.
(Self-hatred, all on me and i just want to die.)
No idea what's wrong.
(No idea what's wrong,
and it's killing me deep inside.
I feel self-hatred for my life.
No one can save me,
for i am far too deep.
Just too deep for a saviour.
A Saviour)
I give up.
All and everything has vanished inside.
Leaving an empty shell.
Now that I see,
All.
Everything.
Has totally.
Disappeared...