I wake up nothing is better.
She rubs it in how no one can feel her pain.
No one can have it rough.
That I just want attention.
But I don't. It just hurts.
Mommy makes it easier to live with.
But I get lost in my thought.
How I am a baby.
I cry when I am stressed.
My brother hates me.
My sister is jealous so she gets revenge.
It erases my happiness.
It erases my hope.
I don't believe in love.
All that comes it hurt, pain, and loss.
Everyone around me I am losing.
Betrayal I have known all to quickly.
But there is just a moment when I can forget.
When I know I am truly alive and my heart is beating.
People take the simple way.
I like the challenge.
Some know about the scars, but don't know the scars secret.
With each scar there is a reason.
I hide them from the world because I don't want them to see.
They will stop me.
One person in this world gets me but its not enough.
I have been depressed for 3 years.
No one realists because I change myself in front of them.
They think my smile is real, it's not.
They think my laugh means I'm ok, I hurt.
They think my jokes means there is nothing wrong, Everything is falling apart.
I make other people laugh because no matter what I can see it in their eyes they hurt.
I will make another happy before I help myself.
But I feel their pain.
I have collapsed my heart hurts so bad from what life truly holds.
Death, Abuse, Emotions.
Each cut is for the person that gets hurt for something they can't control.
Something that I can't change.
It's a reminder life comes with a price.
I must of done something terribly wrong.
For I am so young and already know so much.
I cry every night.
Mommy cries all day.
Sister likes to hurt me because she thinks I'm ok.
Sometimes I let my guard down and she sees but forgets about it later.
Brother hates everyone.
He gets mad and punches everything around him. He has bloody knuckles.
Mommy doesn't even ask why.
But I have to help everyone.
I stay up till 2 am on school nights helping mommy.
When's she gone I help brother.
When I leave my house I help sister.
At school I listen to my friends.
Everyone has a side. But I feel like a circle.
I don't have a daddy to protect me.
Daddy died.
Danny left us.
Patrick went crazy.
Danny came back and betrayed us all.
Now he's getting taken away from us.
Pain is to much.
Make it stop!
Make it stop!
I'm on the ground crying for the pain to stop.
There is no god if you let a little girl cry and be hurt and not even ease her pain.
But keep hurting her.
Do you want her dead, just like her dad.
Shes thought about but who would help.
Mommy would go crazy.
Sister would feel guilty.
Her best friend wouldn't be able to handle it.
What is going to happen?
