broken world

What do you do when death is not an option, when tears come every night and no one knows? Where do you run to escape a world of people whose one goal is hurt you, and the world they live in is full of lust and hate? I live in this world, this world of hate and false love where dreams are broken, and your left alone every day to cry scared and hopeless. Now we arise the next morning and go through the routine where no one can help you because of the scars others left gouged deep in your heart.