I try telling myself just a little while longer.

Two years never felt so long.

I have this pain in my chest.

That won't go away no matter.

How hard I pray.

It won't go away

I can feel myself getting weaker.

I could barely stay awake if it wasn't for this pain.

I dream such sweet dreams.

Only because my reality is anything but…what you'd expected it to be.

I'm 16 turning 17 in this strange world of love and hate.

Always been an outcast.

Never fully fit in.

Special to you is a cruse to me.

Don't lie to my face.

It's wrong when you hold me telling me everything will be okay.

Knowing very damn well it never will be.

Amazed as I look up at this star filled sky wondering.

When will it be my turn to be loved?

A question that seems to go unanswered,

As I cry myself to sleep every night holding my pillow tight.

Only to wake up and face those hate filled eyes as I walk into the school's front doors.

Begging and pleading please let this be a dream.

Just someone wake me up from this nightmare that's called my life.