Weeping ball of emotion.

Living in a dream.

Screaming.
Crying.
Howling.
Sighing.

Is there any peace?
Will there be an end?

Can I die alone please.
I don't want people to miss me.

I don't matter.
I don't care.

My 'friends' don't understand.
My parents don't want to know.

I'm holding onto the Bible.
But I'm slowly letting go.

I don't want to die.
I want to push through.
Want to say I survived.

But I've neglected everyone.
They've neglected me.

Now I neglect myself.

I hope.
I pray.

That when I die.
I will go to Heaven.
Not hell.

I've already been through it once.
But I've stayed faithful to God.

I dream that when I meet him.
I'll receive only true love.