Don't Judge Me.

Im only 17 I shouldn't feel like this, laying in bed wishing everything dismiss, people judge me but don't know me people look at me and think my life is worthy, you don't know my pain nor my struggle you don't know what's its like to see your mom selling rocks just so you can have the best that you got. I went from sleeping on floors going from house to house because were im from alot of people don't make it out. Every night before I close my eyes I ask god too make all this pain stop. Some nights I still hear that yell that yell of fear and hurt, the best way I dealt with things was anger, I felt like nobody cared I felt alone and hated, i knew that people said they love me but for some reason it felt like everyone was against me, Now im almost 18 still searching for those missing pieces because you took something from me without having a vault  reason.

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