For a Reason

am i now just a empty vessel,
whom strangers can cast down and spit on.
am i so hideous that i can have no friends,
that when i do they never talk to me.
lonely in my heartache and depressing
thing i call life,
when i once had a reason to look forward
and watch the sunrise in the morning,
to laugh and cry like a normal human being.
is it too much to want to be happy
and have friends,
to live your life.

July 8/06