"I am from..."

                             I am from people saying I talk to much to why don't

                             I talk anymore, I am from someone who raised me 

                             Since I was four months old to now who will never 

                             Get to see me grow. I am from her telling me “ Dont 

                             Let them tell you twice they don't want you” I am from

    Wondering what I possibly could have done wrong. 

    I am from how, what, why when, to asking how did I 

      Let this happen. I am from bookshelves caving in to 

  asking when I will get to see his face again. I am from

  The silent being louder than the words, I am from plants

                        Withering up in the front window that we got from his funeral

I am from someone who was willing to do anything to anything

          To make people happy, all I have left is the memories.