Why

I can't help to feel this way.
Everything I do, along with everything I say.
Mom gets mad, she tells Dad.
And in the end, I'm the one who's sad.
Crying and crying untill I just can't anymore.
I don't know whats stopping me from walking out the door.
Getting hurt day after day.
Never really knowing if I'll be okay.
I don't know how much longer I can take this.
But really,whats here to miss?
The hypocritical Mother.
Not to mention the absent Father.
And a sister that wants nothing more than for me to be dead.
Well, i guess there isn't anything more left unsaid.

merhyme

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