Waking Hour

Over and over it has always been the same words I here
Those words that break my heart
Making me feel even more depressed
Making me feel even more worthless
I hate the world
My mother hates me
Teardrops fall
And my heart is broken in half.
Maybe this world is not my place, my anything
And now nothing could ever be done with my sorry, aching heart
It's killing me.
I stood in front of the mirror
with uncontrolled tears
I hope my mother won't see me crying.
So she would not bother about me.
Maybe she's tired of me.
Now I feel alone
And nobody's there to help me...