My life

My life is pure hell, I go through the day fighting to hide my tears, I fight to keep my body untouched, Scarred, Not cut, A clean thing, Not bleeding, Not sliced like a cooked ham, My life is something else that hates me, I call for help but no one come, I try to stay afloat but I only sink, I try to follow my dreams but they become nightmares, I try to stay in light but I become engulfed in darkness, Where I am touched everyday I am alone with her. I try to fly but I only fall and crawl, I run and run forever, I am sick of running, I am made fun of for my looks, how I talk, how I dress, of how I speak, of everything I do, why I live I have non of the fondest clue,why I still speak I really don't know, why I still wake up and go to school is because i have to wake up and go to school, I am holding tears back everyday, I take a deep breath and put on my fake smile, If they care enough to ask whats wrong which is rare to be asked by students I loo at them for a few seconds thinking of a lie and i say yes or everything's fine why do you ask? and i fight tears back, I cannot fight anymore, I cannot lie anymore, I cannot keep using my fake smile, I even tricked myself into thinking it was all alright, I cannot take it that i have no mom or dad in my life, I cannot take the hate, the pain I endure, it is unbearable anymore, I feel sick of life, this is pure hell, This is my life.