Everyone always tells me how lucky I am.
How I have so much ahead of me.
How I'm so pretty,
So smart,
And so funny.
But I look at myself and see nothing.

I see an empty,
Numb,
Tired,
Bitter girl.

They say it gets better.
But so far,
It's all been down hill.
Like an avalanche.
A personal avalanche.

So tell me,
Am I really lucky?
To be born in this death trap of a life?
Am I lucky to never sleep?
To be constantly afraid of what might happen?
To be so numb?
To have so much hate?

If this is luck,
Then I'm sorry for all of the other lucky people.