Where do I belong?
That question has ran through my head for years
Every place I have been, no one has wanted me around
I have no where to go because no one has wanted me to stay
Where do I belong?
No where I guess
You, father have pushed me out of your world
You, mother have shown that you do not want me but want other kids
You, brother who I have had to throw through a wall to get you off me
You, step-father who has tried countless times to get me to do things I have not wanted to do
You, step-brother who has been in my room with out my permission and been through my stuff, who I hate with all my heart
You, step-mother who has tried to hurt me more then once
Where do I belong?
No where
Not at school, for Everyone would much rather make fun of me then get to know me
Not at home, for no one cares enough to ask about my day or feelings
Not in my own head, for it is the thing I am most scared of
Where do I belong?
Not in the land of the living that is for sure but do I even belong in the land of the dead either?