I'd like to think I'm a good person.
My mother thinks otherwise.
I'm "rude and ungrateful."
Sorry for not picking up my t-shirt off of the floor. I've been a little tired lately.
"Can you do what I say for once?"
Should I keep cutting myself since you said "Why don't you keep cutting yourself for attention? That's all you want."
Should I keep starving myself just to please you because "that's why you're fat; you keep eating all of this junk."
Then you ask me why I don't eat as much anymore. I wonder why mom.
I'd like to think I'm a good person.
My mother does not agree
"Just a 4.0 award?"
The award is ripped and thrown into the trash right in front of my eyes.
I do not flinch.
I do not cry.
At least not in front of my mother.
I'd like to think I'm a good person.
I am not sure if my mother would agree.
I am sorry that I am not everything you would like me to be.
Maybe if I was more like my sister you would love me.
Maybe you would run your fingers through my hair and whisper soft coos into my ear as I fell asleep.
Or maybe you would have wiped the blood off of my arm while I sat there crying.
Instead, I cried myself to sleep while you and my sister talked in the other room.
Excluding me from whatever you were talking about.
Instead, I sobbed in the bathroom watching the red rivers run down my arms.
I told myself I deserved to hurt.
And you just egged me on even further.
I'd like to think I'm a good person. My mother doesn't think so.
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A girl in pieces.
Poetrysome poems that I write to keep myself sane. I hope you enjoy. i know that life can get hard for all of us sometimes and these poems are based off of what i battle and these help me cope with them a little bit more. i hope some of you find comfort...