My World

I sit here all alone as shadows pass me by, Wondering every second why I am still alive. The pain that courses through my body, Hurts me so very much...I cannot feel a thing. I fear to speak, I fear to talk, I may be beaten you see. My parents aren't always fair, They live to torture me! Every breath I take is a struggled gasp for survival, The hateful poems I write only keep me in reality. My emotional pain has reached its peak, Rolling through me like a jeep. There's more to being Emo, Then just cutting, blood and pain. Welcome into my world, Where nothing is quite the same...