I was alone
A teenager and her mother
both a victim of depression
A mother can't be a loving mother
if she doesn't love herself
Everyone in their own world
Not together in one
On their computers
in their own rooms
me alone in mine
I hated myself so much
Bus driver was my best friend
would stop by circle k on the way home from school
Sugar helped me go in a coma
Being made fun of
for you weight, for your size
for your blond hair and blue eues
Having a low income home
having a low income wardrobe
I didn't have money for the movies
I didn't have money for friends
Hating myself, hurting myself
Having my brother walk in on me
While I'm punching myself
Making fun of me
When will you get over this faise?
Writing poetry was something I was proud of
They were me and I was alone