Jocelin Quintanilla

Everything was okay , you were content,

All the sudden that contentment turned into resentment,

your soul so pure and white,

Later extinguish into fist to fight,

you punched me with your words,

my existence you cursed,

You created me ,

but you also kill me,

however not physical because that to easy,

your word deteriorate my mind making it uneasy,

 Uneasy for me to breath and to exist,

I feel like I'm the walking abyss,

i feel like I was not brought up to be happy ,

but to make others happy,

you said "when you were born , I didn't birth a child"

You not denial,

I feel like I was born a demon on the inside,

on the inside I die,

but I don't want anyone else to suffer like me,

I sometimes wish I could die ,

but I'm cursed to walk this wreck earth,

im here to suffer,

but to make others not .