Last Breath

My soul is beaten, torn, and broken. I just can't tell which way to go. I feel like my life has no purpose, the only time I feel alive is night. I'm beaten by day, and dying by night. I wake up each day, wishing I was dead. This hell I'm living in, is messing with my head. The soup I eat is cold and tasteless. The beds where I sleep are old and hard. I wish I could just fly away, back to the world I once knew. My whole family has been burnt to the bone, so why should I stay alive? Even if I make it out, I'll have no place to call a home. I'm getting tired of fighting. I think I'll just gibe up. Everyone hates me, for the things I believed in. But, they'be pushed me so far, I don't even believe in them anymore. No one cares if I live or die. I almost hope I take my last breath tonight.