Title: Why?

Author: Lyndaura

Author's Notes: As you can tell, Pyro George had a lot to do with this... but I'm not suicidal. Another thing to remember is that this is told from the girl's perspective, so any metaphors are how she sees it, if that helps any. Oh, and if 'they' is capitalised, she is referring to the people that tease her.

Why?

Echoing cries of torment surround me

The continuous assault won't let me be

Isolated by hatred from my oppressors

Evil dictators view me as their lesser

I wonder if anyone can hear me

Trapped in bondage only I can see

Thick walls of depression surround

Bars of self loathing abound

Everyday sanity slips out of my grasp

Haunted with violent memories of past

Wounds from abuse to hard to hide

My secrets to hurtful to subside

Am I destined to be alone forever?

The words They speak deeply sever

The anguish I endure can't be worth living

Thoughts of mutilation is what They're giving

Death envelopes and consumes

I wait impatiently as I build my tomb

It's harder to live when I could die with ease

I'm emotionally wrecked with disease

People have no concern for me, I'm already dead

My soul is long buried by the things they said

Loneliness is my only companion

I will die stranded, completely abandoned

Can anyone see my suffering and pain?

The only ones who see, view me in distain

Forever falling away from life

Destroyed with a verbal knife

Nothing can stop my flowing river of grief

My only hope is Death's relief

Shut out from the world, I feel so cold

I wish only to break Hell's external hold

Disregarded as ugly trash

Their words harass and bash

I wish only that I could break these chains

To be free of Their evil reins

But I am trapped by their cruelty

Never strong enough to be set free

So now I lay dormant waiting to die

To once again be able to fly

To a new world of everlasting peace

But for now, my desperation will never cease

I do not know how much longer I can go

As I anticipate rescue from my foe

I can hear how they will cry

Once I am gone and I die

They will be sorry for the pain they gave

As They apologize to my grave

When my suffering ends Their's will not

And They will feel sorrow as I rot

They will feel my world of agony

And then all of Them will see

What Hell they put me through

But then what will they do?

Will They also take their life

With the ever-present knife?

But not before They cry and cry

As I They watch me slowly die

And I can imagine it now

As They all see how

How I suffered and died

And how everyone lied

And they'll wonder why?

Why?

Good question, Why?

Author's Notes: I'll give a cookie to anyone who can tell me the meaning of the last line. ^_^

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