Please Please try to understand this isnt easy for me either. You think its my fault I dont have any freedom? That my #life is falling apart? That my sister fucked up? I've been feeling completly unimportant. My parents think I'm some sort of slut who drinks, smokes has sex everyday and is a trrrible fucking person. But no. I'm a virgine, made fun of for it, i dont drink or smoke, i'm considered as the little fucking innocent girl that doesnt anything about the real world at my school. But when i get home, i feel unloved, unwanted, just a terrible person. I Never clean around the house,im a bad person, a slut, nogooder and i always do everything wrong, is what my parents are thinking . I habe good grads, im not half as bad at everyone at my school and my parents dont know there luckey. He might breakup with me cause i never see him and he doesnt understand that it's not my fault. Its my sister's stupide fucked up mistakes that screwed me over. She apologized but i still think she doesnt give a shit. Why is #life a living hell. I wonder. But the only thing that brings me the slitest joy is seeing and being with you. Please dont leave, i'l have nothing if you do. Please. It may seem like my fault and sure you can blame the whole fucking thing on me i domt even care, just dont leave. Please. Stay. Please.
Its Broken So I dont always write #poems, I write what I feel. I'm not the best writer ever it just helps me because sometimes you carry around a brick that needs to be broken. To break it, I write .