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Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
As a child, i was always a shadow.
My sister always got my light.
I always tried so hard to be like her.
so my head hung low.
I was looking for a reason to fight.

I was never enough

As a teen, i was invisible.
Walking through the halls.
My mom told me i was crazy,
but the truth of it all....
i just wanted to die.

i was never enough.

I lost my father to a family he loved more.
My first true love found some new girl.
the pain inside me, caused me to cut.
yet even then...

I was never enough.

As a adult, I'm controlled like a animal.
Do this, do that!
If i don't i get a wrath
I do my best, im a mother and thats my job.
At the end of the day

I was never enough

One day when I'm gone,
One day when i die.
Someone will remeber me and think...

You were enough, I love you, good bye
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
She wakes up.
It's early in the morning.
The baby is crying,
yet he lays there asleep.
This happens all the time.
Her son is a sweet baby,
but she dosen't understand why he never helps.
She wants to sleep in.
She wants to rest.
It's out of the question.
They say home is where the heart is.
She says her heart is inside those hazel eyes.
almost everyday she questions,
would she even be here if those words
"i'm pregnant"
ever came out of her mouth.
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
What is it?
What can it be?
Do i have a choice?
Will i ever be able to see?
Afraid of what i might find,
or what i may not.
My mind is blinding me from this spot.
"This spot" are those the right words to use?
It's more like everything.
To some maybe not.
To others why waste the time.
To me it's just....
TICK ,TICK, ticking away.
If time dosent exsist,
How do i?
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
I can feel it.
I'm ready to go.
I shouldnt though, I promised.
I grab you, I hit you.

This is the last time.

I love you.
I hate you.
Why do you make me feel so good?
ugh, i can feel it again
I have to go.

This is the last time

You stink,
Your ugly,
You make me want to die.
But please don't leave me.

This is the last time

I give up
You're mine
This cigarette
Oh my....
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
When i think of happiness,
It's through someone else's eyes.
When i think of happiness,
It's with another guy.
When i think of happienss,
I see him buying me roses and things.
When i think of happienss,
I start to tell secrets and lies.
When i think of happiness,
i forget about your broken heart and tears.
When i think of happiness,
I think about that cool night in fall.
When i think about happiness,
It's when i look at old pictures while i seal them in a box.
When i think of happiness,
You got my note. "goodbye" that's all i wrote.
When i think of happiness,
I am free again.
But, then when i think of true happiness,
I hate myself because you were my happiness
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
What is this?
Does it even exsist?
Are they all just lies?
Is this just a dream?
You and me.
what does it mean?
I love you i do,
and that i know is true.
But do you love me?
Yes, we have a life.
Yes, we have a home.
But why does everything feel broken,
Feel missing and at times unreal?
When i look at our son
It's hard to believe he came from you.
Sometimes it's hard to believe he came from me
So what is this?
is it true?
Is this me?
Is this you?
...

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