I was alone

A teenager and her mother

both a victim of depression

A mother can't be a loving mother

if she doesn't love herself

Everyone in their own world

Not together in one

On their computers

in their own rooms

me alone in mine

I hated myself so much

Bus driver was my best friend

would stop by circle k on the way home from school

Sugar helped me go in a coma

Being made fun of

for you weight, for your size

for your blond hair and blue eues

Having a low income home

having a low income wardrobe

I didn't have money for the movies

I didn't have money for friends

Hating myself, hurting myself

Having my brother walk in on me

While I'm punching myself

Making fun of me

When will you get over this faise?

Writing poetry was something I was proud of

They were me and I was alone