Sometimes, I just don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore.
I wake up.
Eat.
Watch some YouTube videos.
Then either go to school to be alone yet again.
Or spend the day in my bed.
It seems whatever I do isn't good enough.
I try my best every day.
But I still hear people talking behind my back.
Was I born for failure?
I know I'm a mistake.
I mean, my mother didn't even plan on having me.
I remember that heart wrenching day.
When I was 8, I think.
She took me out to a mall.
When we got there, she said,
To go and look for something I want
I ran off, excitedly, and not thinking
When I came back to the spot
Where she was,
She wasn't there.
I looked
All around,
In the parking lot,
Bathroom area,
Food court,
But she was nowhere to be found.
That's how I ended up in the system.
Being put in home after home,
County after county.
I'm never able to make friends.
Either because I'm not there long enough,
Or the kids just ignore me.
I feel like I've lost hope,
And I just can't get it back.
No one has high expectations of me.
Everything I do is compared to others
And considered inferior
I want to have meaning in life
Even if it's just one little thing
I have scars on my arms,
From when I was at my lowest.
Sometimes I just don't know what to do,
I can't express my sadness
Because there is no one to listen
What I wish for in life is just one thing
For someone to look at me
And say,
"You're enough"

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 17, 2018 ⏰

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