Unknown Poem by Kendra Schoenthal

Nothing can make me happy anymore.
Not even Nick or 'Smrt' Alexia
Nothing.
I've finally hit the bottom of the black bottomless hole.
It's a far way down,
and an impossible climb up.
There's no way I can survive down here by myself.
I need to meet someone I can trust.
But how when I'm down in this black hole alone?
I try to cry, but nothing comes out.
I know crying won't solve anything.
That must be why there is no tears.
Just sorrow and hatred.
Sorrow because no one has sorrow for me,
except myself.
Hatred because I can no longer see the beauty in life.
I can no longer see the love in life.
The only thing I see in life is torture.
Pure Torture.