Dying Inside Poem by Alondra Nava

I wake up every morning
Realizing
there's nothing to look forward to.
Wondering
the meaning of life
Judging
Myself more then others
Thinking
about death all the time
Hoping
its the last day alive
Cutting
my wrist and arms
Feeling
Sadder with every tick on the clock
Waiting
for the day that i die
Wanting
to sleep all day and night
Hating
the moment I wake up
Loving
every time I get hurt
Sitting
in this empty world alone
Knowing
my life is worthless
Crying
every night before going to sleep
Seeing
life as a punishment
Asking
what I did to deserve it
Sitting
in the corner of my room
Holding
an empty bottle of poison
With just one tear
running down my cheek
My lips
turning blue
My heart
giving up.