I'll Sacrifice.
I have nothing,
to gain, to lose.
I'll Sacrifice,
I have nothing,
To look forward to.
I'll sacrifce,
Why not?
I have nothing.
I'm alive,
just not living.
You may argue.
You may dissagree.
I know myself better than you.
You may think you know what is best,
I'm a big girl now,
I'm going to go my own way.
You make excusses,
It's your friends,
It's your religion,
It's your activities,
It's never you.
Time for a wake up call,
Your not perfect,
Your not Gods gift to the world.
Hate to burst your bubble,
God doesn't exist.
You make us all miserable.
Leave me alone sometimes.
You lecture me everyday,
on what I do wrong,
and then you praise me.
Leave me alone.
Thats what would help the most.
I just want to be left alone.
When I tell you I don't want to come home,
I have my reasons.
Very rarely is it because I'm having fun.
Sometimes, a night out of the house,
is all I need to get through the day.
When I go for walks,
hours at a time,
and then scarf down food when I get home.
It isn't because I'm hungry,
It's because I'm still over coming anerexia.
I know you dont care,
You say you do.
I'm not as stupid as you think I am.
You're not a good liar.
When I go unconcious,
You aren't their for me.
You haven't taken me to a docter yet.
It has been 17 months.
You said if it happend one more time,
I would go to the hospital.
17 months later,
here I am.
You blame my friends for everything,
I make my own problums.
I know its hard for you.
It must be so hard not having a perfect daughter.
I don't care.
I'm not going to be perfect.
Nor will I ever come close.
Their is so much about me you don't know.
You won't ever know.
I'm not perfect.
You don't want to know my flaws.
If only you saw me,
the way I am.
I would probably get kicked out.
I dont care anymore.
I honestly dont.
Just like you,
I've given up.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I'll be okay though.
I can get back on my feet.
You on the other hand,
lay on the couch with them in the air.
And I'm the failure in life?
Really?
Just for the record,
I'm not fat.
I'm a stick.
If you ever have the nerve to call me fat again,
you will get a big wake up call.
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Why can't you say any of this to her?! I hear this so many times, yet reading it still makes me want to cry. Don't you love it how you can take the equivelent to a diary or a letter of some sort and put it into
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And then suddenly everyone thinks you're the most amazing poet in the world?