My Own Killer

I have no family that I can call

A real family. A family who loves me,

A family who loves me and my flaws.

I have no family that supports me through bad times.

I am my only family. 

I have to support myself.

But what if I still, like everyone else,

Hate myself? 

Words have torn me down,

Abuse has made me build up my walls,

Until my true emotions,

Are no more seen.

Gone for good. Gone forever.

Never to be seen in public,

Ever again. 

But who cares anyway?

I love to support everyone in

Their life problems, but when it comes

To me, I have nobody to lean on,

Least of all my family.

They demand so much from me,

That I am left with nothing.

They demand so much from me,

Until I am all bled and dried.

And they still want more.

I guess I'll just have to 

Hold it all in, and let it

Seep into my veins and blood,

Until one day at last, I'll be my own killer.