How Life Treats Me Poem by matthew james

i have issues....my parents don't know about.the world treats me like a servant..... I have to do everything for the world when will it be my turn. maybe when i go to hell or heavan? thats my question am i loved by the world. I hide in the dark, because im scared of the truth.this is when i know its my turn to do something for myself not the world.whether im hated or loved.suicide? runaway? hurt myself? get help? my least favorite option is get help.you cant fix pain you can only cause it. bye forever and ill always love you