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I never knew my mother in ways some girls know theirs she left in winter My sister was only two She grabbed her stuff and when we weren't looking she ran through the door she never said 'good bye' she never cried were we nothing to her? It goes through my mind at least once a day if my mother was here would I be in this much pain There was a lady that my dad married she didn't want anything to do with me I was just an obstacle in the family I've had people to look up to don't get me wrong but no one who actually wants to be my mom My stepmom to be is the closest I've got but she never has wanted to be a mom so we are more like friends but she takes care of me am I not worth it is it me why does everyone leave no I'm not perfect I'm covered in scars And I feel safest when I'm cutting but I promised I wouldn't so recently I've felt insane Never knowing my mother isn't really my problem it's never having a real mother
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Never Knew
I never knew my mother in ways some girls know theirs she left in winter My sister was only two She grabbed her stuff and when we weren't looking she ran through the door she never said 'good bye' she never cried were we nothing to her? It goes through my mind at least once a day if my mother was here would I be in this much pain There was a lady that my dad married she didn't want anything to do with me I was just an obstacle in the family I've had people to look up to don't get me wrong but no one who actually wants to be my mom My stepmom to be is the closest I've got but she never has wanted to be a mom so we are more like friends but she takes care of me am I not worth it is it me why does everyone leave no I'm not perfect I'm covered in scars And I feel safest when I'm cutting but I promised I wouldn't so recently I've felt insane Never knowing my mother isn't really my problem it's never having a real mother
chickadee-grace
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
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