Personal HellI don't know how to start.Just like knowing when to end.I try my best to defend myself.But I can't help this defeat.I don't know what to say.As everything comes out wrong.What can I say.What can I do.I could waste my time being angry.I could be hurt, all the time.I could wither in my hate.But then what type of person..Would I be.I don't know how to end it.I don't know where it started.I'm tired of defending the broken hearted.You like to crush the strong.And torture the weak.But I won't scream.And I won't cry.In the dark where my thoughts flood.I won't rot for your amusement.I won't give you blood.
I would ask..somedayWhy am I the one left crying.Why am I the strong to fend the weak.Why do you get to silence me, before I get to speak.Why I am crying.And hurting all alone..Where are those to heal me..When I have broken every bone.Why am I even trying.When all I do is get knocked down.Why try to swim, when all I do is drown..Why heal your wounds, when you cut open mine.You want me to exist for the sake of your existence.That just seems so wrong.When before I lived for you.How can you demand..such a painful thing.With my heart constantly asking why.I don't want to love.I don't want to love..but I can't help but do it.Even i