Things have been very rough the last few days. Nothing feels right. I wish my dad would just love me. I wish he could stop the drugs. I still remember the day I wrote that note to him. He said it made him cry his eyes out and made him want to stop. But he didn't. He still is doing this. Why?
Yes addiction is hard especially with hard drugs. But it's not impossible. My mom, she's not helping, telling me that he doesn't know what he's doing. He looked me in my face and told me I wasn't shit to him. I meant nothing to him and never will. That moment. I felt helpless, my whole body when into a panic. I couldn't breathe, someone I used to strive to impress with my art work said that. The man who I used to wake up every morning tell him I love home before he went to work. I just can't get it out of my head the anger and the pain I felt.
Other than the usual family problems. I'm having self esteem problems. I feel so less, like nothing I do matters to anyone. No one wants to be around me I feel. My own mother tells me I'm the problem. I'm why my dad keeps leaving. Everything just weighing down on me. Yet again. I just want it to stop.
Truly I don't know how much more I can really take.
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New Struggles
PoetryJust some entries, some poems, some just plain feelings and rants about things that are going on in my life. I hope you can relate to my struggles, understand that you're never alone. *Will be updating everyday! I might miss a day though, I'm not pe...
