I swear I fvckin hate my life. I wish I'd die in my sleep , often I feel like life has to type of value. Being a motherless child just ain't who I wanna be. I swear I need my mama , but I can't have her but the thing is I have her sister my favorite auntie . She continues to tell me to stay strong but I can't , I just can't. I've been through so much & all I wanna do is be happy but I can't. I feel like ain't nothing I can do but leave it to God but he don't understand he just don't. I need him more than ever right about now but where is he ? Nowhere to be found. Well Guys I Have To Go To This Stupid Group Therapy Because I cut myself. I cut for many reasons , being a motherless child , not having it made like others , always being talked about or lied on . I just don't know where I stand . Sometimes I feel broken like a mirror shattered into pieces . Why am I living like this ? Why me lord ?
Next Day I get a phone call from my uncle named August , we had been arguing for a while . I ignored his call but he kept calling until I answered so I picked up the phone and had a stank attitude with it . He told me to come outside so that I did , I seen him standing out there with a new car that he got . He told me to get in , I hopped in and asked where were we going. He told me that we were going to my mama's grave and talk . I began to cry & told him I wasn't ready to see her right there but he wasn't taking any chances . I stepped out of the car and walked to see her there , that instant I dropped to my knees in the arms of my uncle crying my soul out wanting her right there beside me . I swear I would change the position of me and my mama .
