My family hates me,
I’m the daughter to torture,
Yelling, screaming...
Telling me I’m no good.
Causing my heart to break.
There’s nothing left for them,
Nothing but anger and hate,
No longer getting their love,
They just pretend to give it away.
Just giving me false hope.
Killing me slowly inside.
That’s how they play their games,
Having favorites.
They wish they had one daughter,
They wish I had dies at birth.
But what they don’t know...
Is I’m already dead on the inside.
©2008 ~ChelseaML
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem