Why

Sometimes I wonder,
Why am I alive.
All I do is just,
sit here and cry.
Does my boyfriend even love me?
Or does he pretend.
Don't worry this isn't a suicide poem.
I don't have enough strength.
To end all my pain.
My brother is in prison,
why You might say.
He stoled cars for a living,
why I can not say.
My mother is hurting,
deep down inside.
She holds it all in,
She doesn't know I know she crys.
Life isn't good for me,
at least not at this time.
It will be way better for me when,
my brother gets outside.