hardship poem

I looked down into the sink as the water was still rushing down the drain,

my face dripping wet. I look up into the mirror and I say to myself “ you

could have done better , you’re nothing to us” just as my mother had to say

to me throughout the previous years I had been with her and her faux

family. My tears slowly begin to look like the water dripping down my chin.

My mother was right; I am nothing. As I slowly stare into the mirror I see

my face spiraling into the unknown. I snap out of it. I got a text from one of

my close friends. I wasn't planning on going to school but I can’t ignore the

fact that I'm not graduating. I walk back into my room , smelling each item

of clothing hoping it doesn't smell like alcohol or weed from the previous

nights or the past weeks of ditching school and leaving the house just trying

to escape everything. I finally found a few items of clothing that are decent

to wear. I began to think to myself “ maybe I’m better off dead” “ all my

friends died , why can’t I? What do I have special in this life?”