Hard. Poem by heather something

I was sittin outside, starin at the sky.
Wonderin why, wonderin how.
How it ended up like this.
Life full of pain, life like a drain.
Goin down, down to the ground.
Started when i was small,
everythin turned into a brawl.
Survival for myself, everythin was hard.
More than a game, so hard to explain.
The heavy weights fell down on me,
turned to a struggle, I fell to my knees.
Finally this was enough.
Done with all of this, done with the offers of life.
I don't need it anymore.
I'm not good enough for reality.