Unanswered Questions by Life

Why does the world hate my existence? Why do I hate it too? What comes out of my being? Who am I? What can I do to feel like myself again? Like I belong in this world? Why do I dream bigger than I can achieve when I know I can't achieve it? Why don't I feel important? Why is failure attracted to me? Why can't I be loved like I want to be loved? What am I to this world? How do I change this? Can I break destiny? Is this what it feels like to fall? Am I gonna be like this forever?What will become of me? Will I always be who I am now? Am I really loved? What should I do? What will I do? What if? Question after question. Bruise after bruise. Cut after cut. Pain shatters the barrier between my heart and reality. I sit in silence as the sadness whips across my flesh, Burying me in burden and desire. Such a young girl. Such a hard time living. Most teens worry about What they're gonna wear and Which friend they're going to hang out with that weekend. I'm trying to find out What I'm going to do with myself And how I can stay alive Without succumbing to a blistering hatred for life. I'm trying, Fighting my way through pessimists And negativity, But they're overbearing And surround me with every ounce of strength that they And I Have. Fight, Danielle... Fight.