My life

I live trying to make sense of my life.
I have both a broken home and a broken heart.
Only 16 and I've seen most of the bad things this World has to offer.
I've witness rape, I've witness death.
It was all so vivid
The harder I try to forget the more I see it.

I've lived through unimaginable fear and Unbearable tears. Imagine so much blood you could Taste it in your mouth.
Imagine so much tears you could drown in it.
It all keep pushing me to the ground.
I try to scream, yell, shout.
But no word comes out.
No shoulder to cry on.

I often ask myself why do I always live to see Tomorrow.
I always think that one day it will all burst out.
Those unresolved issues
Those unexplained feelings.
I've seen my share of pain. My life is a perfect
Example of it. Still I wonder why I sleep and Wake up fine.
A life with no meaning is no life.
So again I wonder why.

But one thing I do know is if pain is the source Of strength, then I have a whole lot of it.