Believing

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When I was 2 and half years old, I stop believing my brother could love me.

When I was 3 years old, I stop believing mother would ever be a real mom.

When I was 4 years old, I stop believing that the world was one block long.

When I was 5 years old,  I stop believing my dad was my hero.

When I was 6years old, I stop believing I could have a family.

When I was 7 years old, I stop believing that could make friends.

When I was 8 years old, I stop believing in love.

When I was 9 years old, I loss all hope and my faith.

When I was 10 years old, I stop believing in life itself.

When I was 11 years old,  I stop believing in change.

When I was 12 years old, I stop believing in happiness.

When I was 13 years old, I stop believing in people.

I am now 14 years old and I believe in nothing,

please do not tell me I should not give up.

Because you have not live my life, cry my tears,

or say goodbyes as  many times I have.

Yes, I know someone out there has  life more difficult that mine,

that I should not be complaining, that I probably have easy,

and you are right.

However, is not stoping the hate I feel towards myself, 

Does it?

(C) Chana300 

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