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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