AdriannaRenee17

I feel like crying.
          	
          	Not for a reason that I understand or acknowledge.
          	
          	Maybe because I just watched the movie 'as good as it gets'.
          	Or maybe it's because the person that I wish I could wake up to every morning, has been gone for way too long.
          	
          	Maybe it is because I fear so much, fear losing my family or my life. 
          	Or I fear getting lost while I jump into the pool of life. 
          	
          	Maybe the reason the fact that the doctor tell me there is nothing that they can do.
          	Or because the Physiologist keeps asking me if I blame my mother.
          	
          	Maybe it's because my father can not control is impulses,
          	Or maybe it is because I hear his screams in the back of my head.
          	
          	Maybe it is all of these reasons
          	Or maybe not.
          	
          	Why? Why must I feel this way?
          	
          	I go to see the Doctors, the Psychiatrists, the psychologists, 
          	and do what they say.
          	
          	I take the pills and I tell them the truth.
          	
          	There is nothing else that I can do,
          	Other than lay in my bed and wait to see my love once again.

AdriannaRenee17

I feel like crying.
          
          Not for a reason that I understand or acknowledge.
          
          Maybe because I just watched the movie 'as good as it gets'.
          Or maybe it's because the person that I wish I could wake up to every morning, has been gone for way too long.
          
          Maybe it is because I fear so much, fear losing my family or my life. 
          Or I fear getting lost while I jump into the pool of life. 
          
          Maybe the reason the fact that the doctor tell me there is nothing that they can do.
          Or because the Physiologist keeps asking me if I blame my mother.
          
          Maybe it's because my father can not control is impulses,
          Or maybe it is because I hear his screams in the back of my head.
          
          Maybe it is all of these reasons
          Or maybe not.
          
          Why? Why must I feel this way?
          
          I go to see the Doctors, the Psychiatrists, the psychologists, 
          and do what they say.
          
          I take the pills and I tell them the truth.
          
          There is nothing else that I can do,
          Other than lay in my bed and wait to see my love once again.

AdriannaRenee17

No one will ever understand how much I get it. I am different. I know. But you don't understand. I am only this young, and I am only taught so much, but I do understand. I understand how you feel and I feel the same. This empathy is killing me.