All my life,
I've suffered mindlessly.
Always was a gulible girl.
Believed all the lies I was told,
Couldn't believe any one could ever hurt me.

Didn't live too bad a life.
I ignored all the pain and strife.
Didn't realize what was gone till to late.
And then something died in me.
I wanted to leave this world.

Humanity happened.
Intelligence sprouted.
Hated myself for being niave.
Happiness isn't real.

People hurt you.
They think it's fun.
The world is dirty.
And there is no love...

So what's the point anyway?