Hopeless.
hopeless,
loveless,
thoughtless,
completely lost.
I don't know why this happens.
I don't get hit.
I don't get beat.
I get yelled at,
put down,
called names,
threatened.
Is this abuse?
I'm fourteen struggling through life.
My parents obviously hate me.
My friends are two-faced.
There is no where left to go.
Counseling?
Crying?
Throwing up?
Yelling?
Yeah...
I'm lost in this dark world with no one on my side.
Copyright © Michaela Dowdy | Year Posted 2010
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