a poem (emoish)

Today is a start to a whole new day,
you think and hope for the best but in the end,
its always the worst.
It hurts when none cares,
that do have bad thoughts,
it hurts when none cares that you cut yourself,
none cares what you think,
why would they,
Today is a start to a whole new day,
you think and hope for the best but in the end,
its always the worst.
It hurts when none cares,
that do have bad thoughts,
it hurts when none cares that you cut yourself,
none cares what you think,
why would they,
you are different when people see that they run.
They run and hide always far deep in the popluar crowd where you are not, and outsider is what you have always be and will be,
you’ll never fit in anyway you don’t belong anywhere,
and to listen to me,
and put me before ones self.
Never going to find him my one,
oh but I hope for someone to come to make me smile again.
Oh I pray for the one to come,
but will it be so?
I doubt it.
I need the true magic of love back in my life.