Poem - A dramatic pleading of the teenage girl
Next time just kill me
It would be so much easier
I wouldn't have to see the depression
I wouldn't have to see the pain
I wouldn't feel so deflated
Watching everything you caused - hurt
Wishing I could do something
But knowing I couldn't
I would have been at peace
I would still be strong
I would be how everyone had wanted me
I wouldn't be feeling so ostracized
My life would still hold meaning
Please note this is how I felt but I didn't give in I am still here to type this
Please don't live your life how somebody else wanted - If I lived my life like they wanted I honestly don't know how that would look or who I be today, I don't think I would be as approachable
Your life is precious no matter what is going on. Circumstances get very hard and we feel that we can't go on, but we can have our life back again.
Why did this happen
Why if it was God's will
Why use blackmail
Why use gossip
the hearsay of others
Why did everyone flip
Why did they turn one eighty
Why did they think they were doing God's will
Why didn't they see they were killing me
My life, my motivation
Why did they say it was cos they loved me?
To me it seems likes acts of hate!
- Is being born the only reason you are in this world? Are you bored? Tired? Sick of it?
What to do when you are bored, tired sick of it, forced to be here by birth?