Lowest Point Poem by mona martinez

i can't believe i got to this point.
only to be left with hate and disapointed.
knowing i was fragile.
you still didn't seem to care.
you still seem to lie.
you didn't seem to help me much.
what the hell are you there for?
you didn't help me,
i had to learned by myself.
and when i got to my lowest point,
did you even help?
hell no! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
you didn't seem to care.
you didn't even see if i was okay,
you would of just told me to go to class.
what good was that of done?
it would of just make me question,
what am i doing here?
do i belong here?
when really i needed to be asking myself,
what do you know?
i can make it through this.
why don't it ever go the way you hope?
what the heck up with that?
yet we get everything we don't ever want.

10-06-08