I'm sad and i'm angry 
and some would know 
why. I hate this world, 
all I do is cry. I have always 
loved hard so I'm covered 
In scars. I give it my all but 
still I'm appalled. I'm a keeper 
of secrets for all that I meet.
I'm a counselor for all that may
need. I'm warn and I'm tired, im
all by myself, damn, being an 
empath is complete utter Hell.
Walking around and seeing 
all pain. I just want it to end
before i'm insane. Me, I am 
nothing, I don't know who I 
am. All I know is I'm angry 
and rather be dead.

~Amanda Collins