Broken heart~on another level^

When she was younger she had everything she'd needed, but as she grew up she became able to finally see. to see how they really treat her, to read between the lines. to finally sit down to realize... her mother never loved her, neither did her dad, she was just a mistake they had to keep so no one would feel bad. as she sits there now writing her little poems, no one really knows how much she wants to go. the only one who did left her because of selfish desires, he left her alone hanging on the high wire. even her own Popa she believes doesn't understand, she just wishes he would see. see what runs so deep in me. thoughts i cant even bare to make known to myself, a longing to not be left out. wishing he would just come back, praying he doesn't think the way they do. needing him alone to not be a lie.~ she grew old, alone as she came into this world, but still naive because she never let go of the boy who died alone too.