Unwanted Child
By: Mikaela A. Lopez
As I stand here looking into the mirror, I see a girl who has lost her soul
A girl who had lost her way in this world where she had never quite fit in, a world where she was never welcomed from the day she was born
Standing there looking at myself at my reflection, watching the last of my tears fall slowly across my face
Crying for the very last time, doing what must be done to end all this unbearable pain deep within
As I take the thin cold razor running it down my arm, as the blade cuts down deep I begin to feel the crimson river flow out of me
I begin to feel the sweet welcoming of death fall upon me, slowing relishing me from my hellish nightmare called my life
As I whisper out my final words, sorry mother for being such a disappointment
Sorry for not living up to your so-called expectations, sorry I made your life so miserable
And most of all my dearest mother, I’m sorry for being born