Why Am I Alive? Poem by Theresa Short

Why am I alive,
How can I survive,
All I do is get hurt,
Its like I got burnt,
The wound will not heal,
The wound will only become real,
I cant take this pain,
Im starting to cut my vain,
Oh how the hurt is still there,
With out a care,
About me at all,
Not even a call,
Asking if Im okay,
Cuz you prolly know what I would say,
I would say no,
please just go,
When really I want you to stay,
with me and lay,
Just tell me it will be better,
Start by writing a love letter,
Please just make me feel me again,
As much as you can,
I just wanna feel good,
The way I actually should,
Please God help me have hope,
Just to actually cope,
Cuz all I do is cry,
and find ways to die,
Cuz I feel like I shouldnt be alive,
Pleae tell me I can survive.
I dont know what to do,
I have no clue.

Pt.2
God thank you for helping me make it through,
that rough patch and find a new boo,
I needed to let this jerk go,
and now I did and Im happy so,
He needs to get the clue,
Im no longer playing his games only to turn blue..
IM DONE WITH HIM!