Whats the point.

Whats the point of my voice, when no one lisens to the words

foreve being silened, with tears that runnawy with what you want to say.

Having your heart put through a shredder, by your very own mother.

Having your soul scream in agony, while others are so happy.

Jelous of their laughter, jelous they don't know the pain.

Everyone see's my smile, the joy that's a lie.

No one seems to get what it's like to have this eternal ache.

They don't see that this charade is fake.

I love school. I love work. I love my friends. I Love my books.

You see that I can't say I love my family.

But no one see's that all I ever wanted,

Was my family, the love they should give me.

I want to say I love them.

But all they ever tell me is how much I will fail.

How much they want to cause me pain.

Im nothing but a trial.

I drive them insane.

The words that cut me down.

My love that begins to drown.

 

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