My Life Poem by Toine Sheppard

You sit alone while the candle on your desk starts to smuther out.
You feel like the candle.
Your light is just about to burn out.
Theres nothing you can do but wonder.
Wonder why your hated.
Wonder why you hate.
Wonder why you don't love.
Wonder why nobody loves you.
Everybody around you is happy and smiling you are sitting alone crying and screaming on the inside.
You can feel your blood rushing and your heartbeat start to slow down.
You look at your wrist and see the blood start to ooze out of the big cut you made.
You feel so much better.
You wrap a towel around your arm and start to feel better for the time being.