18 now an adult all those years spent all those years in hell spent most of my life trying to prove everyone wrong pushing and fighting but living all the same they'd call me stupid because i was different they'd call me worthless a failure practically a disease to all the more words they said, the more i'd fall the more i'd give up and edge them closer to winning i thought of the end for why else would i want to live? no one cared for me no one loved me everyone gave up even if they said that they would always be there they lied god didn't seem real why would someone put me through this torture god didn't exist i'd hold the razor up to my cool pale skin each night want to back out like i've almost done this week but each time i'd think of my mother my father who cared i'd think of all the losers who made fun of me taunted me made my life a living hell and i'd think about how incredibly pleased i'd be the day i come back and make them all see that they really didn't know me and how now, they can't hurt me.Birth sign: Scorpio
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