There is nothing to left to do.
I have no purpose.
Everybody left me for dead.
Everybody steps all over me.
They think I'am trash.
They laugh at me.
They create lies about me.
They tell me lies.
They call me names.
They want to kill me.
They hunt me down.
They hurt me.
They hurt my friends.
They hurt my family.
They take me as a slave.
They think of me as a roach.
My parents hate me.
They beat me to no end.
They destroy themselves.
My family see's me as god's first mistake.
One of my family memebers wanted to kill me.
They think I'am pure evil.
They find me as a disgrace.
School teachers don't even bother with me.
They keep me seapearated from all of the of the other students.
The dean does nothing to help me.
The only place I'am loved from is from my mind.
Every bdy thinks I have no talent.
They think I'am the shell of a failure.
They rather see my head on a stick, than see me alive.
They plead to god towipe me off from exictence.

Why do I suffer so? What have I done to deserve such abuse? Has god left me to die? Does my existence mean nothing to you? Am I equivalent to nothing? Am I even supposed to be here? Why am I here? Somebody please end my suffering. I cna't stand it anymore. Nobody will even care. It will be all for naught. Why am I here? I suppose I will never know.....