Me

The names they call,
the hurt they inflict,
one day in my shoes,
then they would understand.

I’m wanted in a city…
wanted as in people
want to hurt me
because I helped someone.

My love constantly tries to
commit suicide because
I’m not with him.

Not everything is so bad
in this life of mine.
I have a mother who loves me,
two wonderful brothers,
a step father…
that’s a whole different story.

But everything falls apart
as soon as I leave,
attacked by names again.
They cut so deep,
sometimes too much.

Wanted for helping, for being me.
My ex wanting to die,
trying to commit suicide.
They will never know how I feel,
how hard my life is,
what I go through.
They wouldn’t last a day.