I lay in bed alone at night and wonder why I'm here.
I do so much for everyone.
Why don't they show they care?
I met this girl who said she loved me,
something I haven't heard in so long.
She used me for my money;
what a ride she took me on.
There is so much hurt I feel, so much anger trapped inside.
Sometimes I wish my dad were here, but to me he's not alive.
I have no one to talk to.
These drugs seem to be the only way.
Turns out it's a lie just like the smile I put on each and every day.
I know outside I'm smiling; it's the face I fake for you,
But inside my soul is crying and there is nothing I can do.
I know my family loves me.
I'm there when their decisions are poor.
I'm sick of feeling like this walked on rug thrown upon the floor.
I lay in bed and wonder what the hell I'm doing here.
Can I wake up from this dream?
Can I please just disappear?
I've asked myself and others the same thing. Why am I here? I put on so many disguises that I didn't know who I was. I have tried many time to commit suicide, and the last time I attempted it...
Wondering Why Am I Here
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
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Same! How does a mother who treated her child like a true gift from God his whole life accept and understand how her son couldn't care less about you? Where did I go wrong? This is the worse pain I've ever experienced in my life.