They just don't get it,
I don't think they ever will,
They read all of my feelings,
and yet seem to care.
They keep on doing what hurts me most,
they don't care about how I feel,
It hurts me so much,
id doesn't seem to be real.
I just want it all to go away,
going back to all the fun,
where I was always happy,
but that can't be done.
I ask myself many questions,
my heart fills with dread,
and all these suicidal thoughts,
won't seem to leave my head.
They don't seem to want to help me,
they keep doing what I hate,
I can't handle it anymore,
no more can there be any fate.
I don't like this life of mine at all,
I think of all the pain I've been through,
You two keep adding more,
I want something different and new.
Why don't you want to understand?
everything is so very cold,
I really can't take it anymore,
this life of mine hasn't gotten so old.
My life is getting so bad,
there's too much hurt and pain,
I think you try to help me,
I feel as if I'm going insane.
I don't like it here,
I feel out of place,
no one here really likes me,
they don't want to look at my face.
I can't take it anymore,
I can't take the pain,
I can't take the tears,
this feeling inside will always remain.
They can't give me any help,
No one hears my heart scream,
you don't really care,
it seems to be a dream.
I'm never going to be happy,
in replace of happiness is despair,
I really think they don't love me,
because they don't see the feelings there.
I'm not able to concentrate,
everything goes over my head,
I think of all the things my parents have done,
another tear that I shed.
I'm never paying any attention,
I spend most of my time thinking,
I don't know what else I can do,
I feel as if my world is sinking.
I always lay down and listen to music,
they won't let me do anything else,
they don't like most of my friends,
around them I can't be myself.
I can't tell anyone how I feel,
I can't get help anymore,
It's already too late,
I've already closed the door.
My heart has broken into many pieces,
I want them to see who I really can be,
I don't want to pretend anymore,
I want them to see the real me.
They may not like her,
but they need to know who she is,
they need to get to know her,
and them maybe she'll be something they've missed.
I don't want to go away,
but if it's for the best then what the hell?
Maybe they will like me,
sorry my feelings I just had to tell.
*~*this is the second part of my other poem "My Parents" so if you want you can go read it and understand better*~* thank you for taking the time in reading my poems...Please vote and comment...I'd appreciate it...bye~
