Why me I ask my self everyday. Why do these bad things happen to me? Why am I this way? Why do I have to struggle in life? Im a child, I shouldn’t have this hard decision to make. But you know this is what I believe is right. You tell me not to do these things but how am I suppose to take you serious and your doing it yourself? Have you ever asked how I felt? Have you ever thought about it? Do you even care about me? The real question is do you even love me? Where were you for my first day of school? Where were you when I was crying all day in the bathroom because, I didn’t have any one to talk to? Where were you when I needed you the most? Now look at me I’m grown up and now you want to come back in my life. But you know what, now that I look in the past, to tell you the truth I really didn't need you at all.