I don't really want to go to school tommorow,
Or ever.
And I don't want to stay here either.
Which ever place I go,
They all see me the same.
A failure.
I would never be enough.
Not to me and not to them.
All my friends are gone.
I've embarrassed myself countless times.
I've lost the respect of everyone.
My classmates,
My teachers,
My best friend.
I have no one left,
No one left but me.
And I'm just so sick of it all.
Sick of THEM ALL.
My mom threatened to make me quit school. Since I didn't put much effort in it anyway.
I was only wasting their time and their money.
She pulled my hair and I fell to the floor.
And she did what she always did,
She hit me, called me names,
Ungrateful,
Unkind,
A flirt,
Useless,
Vile,
Mean,
Stupid,
Cruel,
Undeserving,
Worthless,
A disappointment,
Told me how she didn't raise me like that.
I MEAN COME ON.
You've been telling me that since the fucking seventh grade.
What's new?
Yeah sure,
I'm all that.
I don't deserve to be called your daughter.
I don't deserve to be blessed with such luxury.
I don't deserve kindness,
I don't deserve anybody.
Hell, I DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE NOW DO I??
I mean, have you seen such a bitch?
Everyone fucking hates me.
Everyone.
The world fucking hates me.
I deserve to die.
That's the only thing I'm good for.
Right?
Bet you would be happy.
Atleast one of us will be.
08/07/2018
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Poetry"I don't want to be the one Who breaks down at the cost of something very little. Or rather, what seems like something very little to others, But means a breaking point to me." A series of poems, haiku's, tanka's, readings, stories, and monologues...
