I’m from a place of deep depression
where it’s dark and life doesn’t gets better
and who cares about what happens to me . . .
or if I come home at the end of the night?

I’m from a place of screaming matches
between parents who don’t know I exist,
hiding under my bed to find a safe place,
but nothing protects me from their screams.

I’m from a dreaded place of drowning in tears,
from being called a disappointment and a failure.
Who will notice my hurting heart . . .
but I’m a “drama queen” and who likes a drama queen?

I’m from a place of blood,
that is the only way I feel.
But not one person can know the truth.
It is for “attention” they say.

I’m from a place of fake smiling,
where few people pretend to know how I feel,
just trying to find understanding, support and love...
a sad girl like a lonely wave floating to shore.

I’m from a place of not caring,
defiant, defensive and trying to prove my worth.
It is me and only me...
so who cares about anybody else?