why is it that
the people
that are supposed to be
my friends
hurt me the most

daily
i am called
*****
******
*****

daily
i am told
that i am worthless
to **** myself
the world would be better without me

but what if i complied
the emptiness is already here
deep inside my heart
it's crept its way in
through every vein in my body

i'm already gone
the words hurt
i'm alive
but it doesn't mean
that i'm living