I decided to give up January first, two thousand thirteen
Little did I know it was only the beginning
Of a long painful process that i surely endured
No way would I have gotten through it without my mom holding my hand the whole way
And it's not like she spoke kind words
We fought often,
Screaming hurtful things because we cared so much
Funny how you can love someone more than anything and the only way to show they matter is by fighting
This isn't a poem, this is only the truth of things
I woke every day wanting to end my life
No longer having the will to fight
But my mom held it all tightly knitted close for me
She was my strength and heart for the time being and I guess that's all anyone really needs
She made up for what I couldn't lay down
She held me at night when I couldn't hold myself together
She told me she loved me when I couldn't say it back
She was there when no one was and that sounds like a cliche but its just simply the truth
One and a half years later and she's still picking up my broken pieces and threading them back together
She says loving me isn't easy but Im worth every heart ache over it
Although it seems painful to hear its all I need to believe
Besides, someone must love me, right?
This is part of the narrative I have to write for my English assessment. What do you think? Yes/no?