Why Am I Here? Poem by LongLive BrokenHeart

Thoughts of suicide are in the air.
Nobody seems to care, but still god keeps me here.
Why I don't have any ideas.
I want to go away, but i cant seem to find the courage.
No one to do it for me, just get me a gun.
So I can go to the place where i belong.
No one will come to my funeral anyways.

So why am I still here?

Every time i look into my friends eyes i can see the hatred, lying, and betrayal.
If i could find a person like me.
I believe life would be better.
She use me all the time i hate this town, I hate the people, I hate everything about it.