A Shadow

by Erin Leeann
(United States)

A passing by without a friend.
A silent cry for help.
A teardrop down my face, a cut against my wrist.
A mock when I go home from school as the kids pretend to slit their wrists.
A horror going home, emotional, physical, and verbal abuse.
I sit alone inside my room with a knife and blade by my side.
I stare inside the mirror and let out a cry.
I scream inside my pillow.
My family doesn't understand whats going on they look at me funny and call me the black sheep in the family.
I am an outcast.
But I'd rather be the outcast than follow the cult of all their cruel, preppy, and horrible hate.
I feel unexsistant, like no one knows I'm there.
I'm not sure if life is real.
I don't know if I am real or anything I see is real.
Lots of times I feel like this is one big scam.
I don't know if I want to live.
Besides, no one will know if I'm gone.
And if they did notice, no one would care.
I feel like shadow in a dark cloud all by myself.
I'm alone in this world.
Will anyone help me?