• I cant fight it anymore. i have to cry. i must. its to hard. to hard to bear. the knife keeps jabing in and out of my heart. Ideserve it. i deserve everything. it hurts. too much. more than it should. i cant take the pain. why?! why? why...why me? why do i have to be un-loved? why do i have to be hated? why? every one else gets love. gets a good welcome. why? why cant i be, them? why im i so different? it hurts more now. the knife is jabing deeper. twisting. killing. my soul. i cant take it. pain like no other. physical pain is one thing. but mental? deep. a deep cut that go's farther, farther. until. im nothing. no one cares. its like puppys in a box. all your freinds. happy. you think "hey!" "im a great person" "they'l pick me!" but as you play and play, eventually they leave. "they" get picked. "they" are loved. "they" belong. but you. you sit and stare in the sky. all your freinds. gone. chosen. belong. but you. are left. to sit. rot. wollow. the rain comes in. and you drown in your sorrow. as for you, you will never belong. and for me, im that puppy. the one who never was picked.