Unfinished

I don't understand why bad things keep happening to me
I've been quiet, I've been so good to life
The universe said I had two options at this point
Take my own life or be sad for the rest of my time
I want to take my life but I am too much of a coward to go on
But how will I know if anyone will ever care?
My body is my diary, the burns are my pen
I lash out and cross out and stab out the pages
I am angry, I am sad, I am lonely and I am hopeless