The Truth

I made a mistake maybe 2 or 3, 

But I don't really care because I'm still in the process of learning.

I forgot that mistakes aren't allowed on my behalf because my family is so fucking perfect.

I can't even acknowledge my surroundings because the thoughts in my mind are so loud, they're haunting.

I have my friends pushing me telling me to keep going

But then I come home and get told that I'm failing that I'm nothing.

Im losing my sanity in this house that was never a home to me.

Im hanging over the edge; one more push and I swear that I'm gone.

I know no one will catch me, so I need a better grip before I fall. 

I don't know if I can do this anymore I don't have no more strength to exert from.

I was eating so peacefully then lost my appetite after reading what you sent me. I opened the text to read what a worthless piece of shit I've become over the course of some time in your eyes. 

It is you; the woman that gave birth to me.

I remember when you would say I was your baby and now I no longer hold a place in your heart.

You claim that you love me while you show me that you hate me, both, simultaneously.

Apparently I'm the disappointment in the family, but let's not forget I have an adulterer for a mother forcing her children to turn on their daddy.

A brother who's so whooped on his girl that he treats her better than he treats his family. 

A sister who is struggling to survive just as much as me that the only thing keeping her up is gravity. 

A drunken pedophile for a father 

But yet all eyes are on me.

-To the world