The Game Of Life Poem by Moore Hope

Why should I live when my world has fallen apart?
Why should I let time heal my broken heart?
I am told that I am hated, that there is no love for me
Why should I live, What use in the world will I be?
My family is torn apart and hatred has taken its place.
I think it is time for me to look death into it's face.
Where else could I go to seek the help I need?
I don't know who to turn to to talk me out of this deed.
I hate the arguing, the violence, the sadness that is brought.
Love and affection is what I need, it is that which has to be sought.
But I am confused, I don't know why my feelings have all but changed.
For true love for me to another could never be arranged.
I am neutral in feelings, I hate myself, I feel the need to die!
I have to admit that no one will ever care, that I am only telling myself a lie.
But I am a chicken, I must admit that I could never take my life.
I could never have the guts to cut my wrists with a knife.
Oh! How I wish I had the courage to put an end to all this pain.
To finally throw in the dice in this life, this unsolvable game.