The crying soul

Everyday I wake up to see a new day. But I wake up to more pain and tears.
I wonder why cry when the one person I want to wipe my tears away does'nt even care about my well being. I wonder why my life has to be hard because I i'm push to the edge to give up. I wonder why the bad walks all over the good. I wonder how much more do I have so suffer before it my time to smile. I wonder why mommy didn't go through with the abortion because my death would be better than how things are. I wonder when God is going to send me a angel to give me wings to soar in life. I wonder why my brother hates me like I'm a enemy of his. I wonder why the words spoken to me left a permanent scar. I wonder why I have to come from nothing. I wonder when I will know the joy of seeing my first pay cheek. I wonder when the day I can help my mom out. I wonder if I should get hook on drugs so I could have some type of thrill in my life. I wonder when my talent is going to be shine. I wonder why daddy can'nt hear my cries. I guess I I'm a crying soul.

By Theresa L Bell