I've asked myself so many times,
Why don't I just give up?
I've been told it gets better,
but when does that happen?
I'm still struggling with the
pain of my past.
You tell me there's nothing wrong,
look at my life,
tell me I'm delusional.
Am I really crazy?
Am I imagining things?
I'm seventeen years old,
and still afraid to look my mother
in the face,
afraid that her hand
will reach for my throat again.
That because of her,
I had to break the heart
of the sweetest boy
I've ever met in my life.
I had to look him in the face
and tell him that
I couldn't be with him anymore.
I have to hide the scars
and the tears from the world
because it seems as if
no one understands
what I'm going through.
You seem to believe I'm
just making everything up.
You come into my life,
a place where you have
no knowledge and
no control over,
and yet you tell me I'm wrong.
So as my tears fall,
I throw my razor blade away.
I do know that I have
something to live for.
But at the moment,
I don't know what it is. |
Submission Name: Not Giving Up
