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I sit in a corner and wonder..

Thru all my wishes and prayers..

Why am I the last person to die?

I have begged and pleaded..

Please just take me for it all..

The abuse..

The hate..

The hurt..

The pain..

Why do you put me thru this..

Again I pray and I wish..

Please just let me go..

Why must I go thru all this..

Tears running down my face..

Will they ever stop falling..

I feel trapped in this world I am in..

I just dont understand..

Why must I be the last person to die?

There is no answer to this question that I think about over and over..

There is no reason for me to still be here..

I have done so much wrong..

I have said things that should of never been said..

Is this a punishment for what has happened?

Why must I be the last person to die?

Thru everything have not suffered enough?

I beg and plead once more..

Please let me just go away..

I have gone numb to all the things in this world..

There is a Feeling everything is closing in around me..

Please just let me go..

Why must I be the last person to die?