Why do people hate me
I dont understand
I feel mistreated
misunderstood
misraken
blamed
unwanted
Why do people mourn me
When I was living
No one
cared
loved
felt
or even knew I was there
Why didn't they listen when I
was still there with them
No one listened
but now that im dead
they want to listen
but its to late
Why do people do that
I don't understand
after I am gone
for a week
they finally
treat other girls better
they understand my and others problems
they don't blame anyone but themselves for what I did
everyone is wanted
Two weeks more weeks go
and it goes back to hell again
mistreated
misunderstood
blamed
unwanted
neglected
abused people
For if you one or more
of those
I understand
I won't
mistreate
or act as if I know exactly what your going through cause everyone has different situations
I won't blame you
and you will be wanted by friends
you will never be neglected
or abused again
That is and will never be a Why moment
Stand tall and proud
and don't make the decision
that took my life
I believed you felt better after writing. To me, it works like magic! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely expressed...