My father is an alcoholic.
My mother's love is harsh.
When I talk, nothing I say is heard
The only thing keeping me sane is my writing.
It's my outlet when everything is going downhill.
In the eyes of my parents, everything must be perfect
all my grades, my apperance and my speech
I try so hard, but it is never enough
Writing helps me find myself
It helps me express the part of me that must be hidden during the day.
My secrets, desires, dreams are things I only keep inside me.
It is sometimes too much, but I deal it with it
Through my writing.
I would have gone through with my suicide
It tempts me everyday, but I stay strong
I thank my paper and pen for saving me
Writing is all I got.