I don’t get why I am still on this earth if people
going to treat me like they are.
I don’t get my life I understand
why it is that I am the one to be treated like this.
Abused and Left for someone elses problem
like I’m moss in a house,
like I am some trash that’s been out in the dump,
and forgotten about.
Like I’m a glass of water that someone
doesn’t want to finish, and is
dump down the drain, following a flow
of water through and out to the river,
and into the Ocean. To be left there alone.
Never to be seen again.
All alone without you down the drain,
throughout the river and into the Ocean.
