Weakly wandering through life
My facade fragily held together
By a smile and a happy face
But if you took the time to look
You’d see the tear streaming down my face
You’d see a heart filled with hate
If you only took the time to ask
You’d see the true pain
Don’t want to wake
My will is weak
My heart is cold
My life is bleak
I soon will die
You ask whats wrong
I say I’m fine
If I should die before next time
I hope your strong
I say goodbye
I ve never really talked to anyone about my story, mainly because the thought of being judged is terrible to me. But I’ve never had an easy life. At 4 years old I can still remember my mom telling me after her nightly screaming arguments with my step dad that she despises me and wished I was never born. Things have always been like that. And so I’m always faced with these deeply underlying issues as I try to live a normal life. When I got away from her at 12 years old, it was only to live with my alcoholic dad who beat me […]
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