My mother means everything to me.
But she doesn't understand me.
I tell her my feeling of school, depression, and misery but instead of trying to understand them she just tells me.
Your not trying
The thing is I'm trying harder then she could know
I'm losing parts of me just to try and show the smallest glow of change in my grade the smallest hope of being more then insane the smallest chance that I won't be at the end of the gun but she doesn't know
And when I think of her it echos to me
Your not trying
It's killing me to know that I'm a mistake to her
That I'm nothing to anyone here
My poetry's bad
My mind is sad
I'm losing sanity for what
To learn things that mean nothing
My eyes are losing color and my creativity is leaving me just so I can learn math I'll never use and science that means nothing to anyone let me choose my future let me be but putting me through agony is helping nothing
So Mom
If you ever read this
When you tell me I'm not trying
Remember that inside when you say that
I'm crying
