Unloved
By:Mikaela A. Lopez

I once had a dream but like most dreams, dreams have a tendency of never coming true
Long ago I once dreamt of a life where I was part of a family, in a family where I felt like I was loved
Only to find myself living in a world that made me feel lost and alone, a world where I felt more like an outcast opposed to being part of the family
I never wanted any of this, never asked to be born into this god forsaken world
As I stand here in the mist of nowhere, underneath the darkening sky of hell
I can only wonder where I can go to escape my own insanity, to escape this horror of this so call life of mine
As the tears begin to roll down my face, I suddenly felt the comforting cold hand of death upon my shoulder
Falling down on my knees, I looked down at my hand as I held my only salvation from this world
As I press that cold hard steel down upon my flesh, and with one swift gash I released the crimson tide of my pain
The pain that dwelled deep within me for all those years, now I shall have no more tears to shed as I leave this world the way I came in outcasted and unloved