Teenage worries

For years I've tried
To get my voice heard
By those I thought cared.
Nobody listened.
My friends thought I had PMT,
Even when I wasn't pre-menstrual,
But I was fourteen.

Somebody tried to listen,
Could see past my hormones,
But told me I was talking rubbish
When I said
"The world would be a better place
Without me",
But I knew it was the truth.

The reason I know,
Six years later,
Is I still believe the same.
I've believed it for so long
That there's nothing else left,
Just this thought
Going round and round and round.

My past,
Messed up teenage years,
Eating away at my will to live,
All I once had.
No future,
My ambitions faded to nothingness,
I knew I was right.