Listen...

I cry out...

Silence makes me doubt.

Can anyone see...

That I hate everything about me?

I won't cry...

I am not even gonna try.

Nobody wants to hear what I have to say...

I don't even want to live one more day.

I just want to curl up and die...

I am tired of asking myself, "Why me? Why?"

I want to give up and go...

I am tired of  feeling so low.

Put a bullet in my chest...

Can't even say I did my best.

Love is a foolish word...

It is the most misused word I have heard.

Why am I alive?

Why did I survive?

If this is my purpose...

Then it is worthless.

Nobody listens...

Nobody can see my eyes glisten.

I hate my life...

I hate this strife.

It's one battle after another...

Storm after storm...

I gasp for air...

Air that shouldn't be there.

God, if you can read this...

hold my hand and reassure with a kiss.

Tell me it is okay...

To struggle to breathe one more day.

Bring someone to listen...

To see my eyes glisten.

Please?

~Marie J.~

P.S: God has answered my prayer about sending someone to listen. I want to thank her for being a listening ear and willing to stand there and talk to me about her past. I cannot thank her enough.