Inspire.
You are a spark of fire,
You are a star that brightens up the night sky,
You are a bird that can fly,
Go; get away from this horrible place you call home,
Get away from the people, who tore you down and made you feel useless.
Get away from your own mother who broke you, who shattered your dreams and told you, you were nothing.
To hear that from the person who birthed you, it hurts; it hurts like a rusty nail going through your eye.
To hear the one person who you were supposed to love and was supposed to love you back say “You’re worthless”
It hurts.
“Cry, cry, cry,” is all she says to you as she laughs.
It hurts.
Inspire.
You are a machine ready to be turned on,
You are afraid to fail,
How else will you learn if you don’t fail?
So it’s okay to fail,
You are a ship ready to sail.
Friends; these people aren’t your friends.
Friends don’t rip you to pieces, trip you every day, burn your dreams and constantly call you names.
Why would anyone want to live this life? You ask.
The only way to get out of all this pain, heartbreak, hurt is to do the one drastic move you didn’t want to make,
But what are your other choices? Stay here and be tormented or constantly put down by your peers and your own mother? Give up? Or Write your feelings down?
Your own mother doesn’t even believe in you let alone love you as her own. She wishes you were gone.
She wishes you would have died when she was giving birth to you; but you didn’t.
Inspire.
You are a leaf left on a branch in the fall,
