Its 6 35 AM

Heather, wake up!
Its 6:35.
I Dont wat to get up,
Dont want to be alive.
Heather, Let's go!
Its 7 oclock.
I light up a square,
and trudge to the bust stop.
I dont want to go,
But I dont want to stay.
Thank God Im out
Of here in May.
I Talk to Cathy,
Then its off to PE.
I can think of a million places
that Id rather be.
Here, Im rejected by many,
accepted by few.
Because here,
theres not much the fat girl can do.
Second hour is pointless,
Im always behind.
Computers just arent my thing,
so ive come to find.
Then its back to the office,
Cathys the only one who gets me.
Then its of to English,
Which seems to only upset me.
Then its back to the office,
because I need a Cathy break.
And besides, fourth hour
is just more than I can take.
But I relectantly go,
soon after the bell has rung,
And then I trudge on home.
The school day is finally done.
I walk inside the door,
And theres a list a mile long
Of chores I need to do...
And I turn on my favorite song.
My middle name is babysitter,
meaning Az will be here soon.
And i still have a million things to do,
Its 1 in the afternoon.
I try to keep an eye on her,
as I do my homework and clean,
but the day is just to stressful,
and Im just an average teen.
Soon its time for work.
for basically a dollar a day,
Another slow night,
And I wont get off til late.
plus time just goes slower
when you cry all the time.
And soon I start working,
Just to buy a dime.
And sometimes thats not enough,
because I still have to go home.
Where Ill be screamed at by dad,
and then Ill be alone.
One needle a day wont cut it,
because I still hear him scream.
Saying things that make me cry,
things that are just mean.
I miss my mom every day,
Its hard to be without her.
But even when Im with her,
I always seem to doubt her.
I have no stable home life,
I need some support here.
And this is just another day,
out of my very stressful year.
every other day is different,
im among the unaccepted.
and though I really hate this,
ive come to accept it.
I throw up all I eat,
because I hate to be fat.
I stick needles in my arms,
so I dont have to deal with dad.
I cry every night,
just to get to sleep,
ten years ago I would have never thought.
that this girl would be me.