A Lonely Daughter's Poems

I LOVE...

I love writing,
Why do I love writing?
Because I don't know how to speak,
How to interact with the world.

When I can't speak,
I hold this device on my hand,
I begin to type the horrors of my soul,
The horrors of my mind,
The horrors of my heart.

I often wonder what it would feel like to cut myself when I'm undeserving of the people I love,
I often wonder if I deserve to eat,
To sleep,
To dream...

I wonder if I deserve this life God has given me,
I wish I could talk to him,
But I know in my heart he wouldn't want to meet me,
Maybe he's to busy trying to help the world, I would only be a hassle for him.

I know he loves me dearly,
Or I'd like to think so,
Maybe he doesn't,
Maybe he does.