growing up,
no one tells you,
how life will treat you.
you go in blind,
you'll always end up hurt.
by family,
friends,
a lover,
those who you trust the most,
or those who you barely know at all.
life is a dozen of thorns,
no matter how hard you try,
no matter how "blessed"
you are told to be,
no one can tell you,
that your life was easy,
or that you don't have any problems,
when they never lived in your shoes.
parents will never understand,
and that makes me sad.
how i wish, i could tell you how everything is hurting,
that i feel like i'm drowning
and that life has no meaning,
without you laughing at my face.
you saw me getting worse,
but my grades were perfect,
so you paid no mind to it.
yet when my depression
impacted my grades,
you were more worried than ever.
did you ever care for me,
or was it only my grades,
that made you happy?
all of this was always in my mind,
but now, it makes me wish,
that i had finished,
what i started,
when i was 12.
