Lyla

I sit here and think of all the pain

What does this world with me in it have to gain?

I am still so young, so much life to be lived

Too much heartache, I cannot forgive

Those who tore away at my heart

And ripped my scarred soul apart

I cannot numb these feelings that consume my head

So I push the blade to my stomach and cut away instead

Will people begin to understand what has taken place?

Or will I continue to pretend to have a fake smile on my face?

People transfer their hatred and unhappiness onto me

When will it be noticed? When will others see?

I am such a damaged girl, I cannot live this way

Should I choose to leave, or can I suffer and stay?

It would be easier to give up this awful fight

I don’t see anything joyful within sight

I pray to God to give me a break

Creating me for this world had to be His mistake