It's sad

It's sad how

People can say the most hurtful things to you

And then act like they are the victim if you take offense to it

 

It's sad how

You are only seen as

A thing or a sex object.....nothing more

 

It's sad how

Your there for everyone

But no one is there for you

 

It's sad how

You can speak

But no one is really listening

 

It's sad how

When you leave a room

No one will notice your gone

 

It's sad how

No matter how hard you try to be happy and positive

Life constantly kicks you down, forcing you to be depressed, then you get judged for being that way, and told "well you can change things, turn your life around make things better for you" it's hard when things constantly go wrong...

 

It's sad how

I could kill myself in my room right now

And no one would even find me dead

 

It's sad how

You can show your scars to a close friend

And they won't care

 

It's sad how

A majority of my poetry are not happy

And mainly sad

 

It's sad how

This poem is ending

As for how.....I do not know