I always thought my family didn’t care.
That I was the mistake of the family.
No one wanted me, why would they?
But I was wrong.
All the pain I kept inside.
I did not have to,
I did not know that,
I could talk to them.
It took a suicide poem before they actually paid attention.
Before they saw what was going one with me.
Now that they know they are there for me whenever I need.
All I have to do is call on them.
They promise to help me and to be there for me.
The family I thought hated me,
Doesn’t, in fact they love me.
