How do you do what you do?

How do you do what you do

i can’t imagine how you do what you do

how can you make a 13 year old girl cry so brutally

how can you make someone’s life so miserable

How can you make someone look for reasons to stay alive

Deserted away from every person,She sits

looking at the cuts on her wrist

It’s alright,she thinks but it’s not

It’s really not.

No one understanding the pain she feels

The deep and emotional veil

a burning sensation inside both her eyes and heart

And one day she looses her final spark

The cuts on her wrist deepen as the blood pours out

An insanely poetic way, no doubt.

It’s so very sad that the dreams she dreamt

They were as dead as her soul,

a tortured soul that wanted out

killed by society yet again before her dreams sprout

“She” is me and millions of teenagers across the globe.

Who try to seek a purpose,a purpose that requires them