Breaking Point

Sun, 04/14/2013 - 15:02 -- Latrese


United States
39° 53' 59.784" N, 75° 16' 5.9628" W

With all the pain, and struggles, and tears I’ve cried.
It’s all building up,
I can no longer hide
The slits on my wrist
Nor the bruises on my body.
I pray one day I can meet that somebody

That somebody that’ll treat me right.
That won’t make me cry.
Somebody that understands my story,
Just from looking into my eyes.

I’ve searched and found.
I’ve been hurt many times.
I’ve given up hope,
Now I question God why.

Why can’t I find love?
Is it really that hard?
What do I have to do?
Am I playing the right card?

I’ve waited and waited,
I can’t take it no more.
I’m ready to knock,
Knock at his gold doors.

I’ve been through too much.
I’m only 16!
I’m giving up life,
Because I’m useless it seems.

I know I’m not the best,
And I can’t be the worst.
But how come my mom
Has always put herself first?

It’s gotta be the fact
That she knows I’m gay.
She’d probably even be happy,
If I went M.I.A.

What am I to do?
I can’t just sit here and cry.
I know how to make her happy,
I’ll mess with a guy.

Nah I can’t do that
Because this is me.
If she doesn’t like it,
She’ll just have to leave me be.

I refuse to change my ways.
I know what I’m worth.
Now if only I can escape,
This hell, here on earth.


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