That Life

feeling alone no one home i feel dead, dead, dead to the bone how do i express my feelings in a poem? always sad no one cares parents mad countless tears why am I sobbing? why are bullies mean? they are robbing me of being a teen want to end it there is no point a bottomless pit help me, because i couldn't i see a light at the end of this life maybe i can make this right maybe I can put down this knife... enough agony enough strain enough torture enough distress enough trouble thus will not be in vein only I can fix this I am done feeling bad I finished my turn I am done with this life the good and the bad, the happy and the sad I just hope in the next life, without me the world wont burn.