They Don't Understand

I can't seem to pretend,
And I can't say I'm fine,
What's the point in living,
If my own life isn't really even mine?
I sit and waste my time,
On things I wish weren't there,
I've never really took the time,
To wonder why I care,
Care about what happens,
Care about how I feel,
Care about the shit around me,
Care about what's not real,
Why do I hurt so much,
When it doesn't do any good,
The only thing that happens,
Is what ruins my childhood,
I can't leave the house,
Without getting yelled at by dad,
I don't understand it,
I've lost all I had,
I had a mom,
I had a life,
Now all I have,
Is strife,
Everyone thinks they understand the shit I go through,
But they just don't get it,
They have no clue,
They don't understand why I cry,
They don't understand my screams,
They don't know why I wish to die...

----I can't finish it right now...there's too much going on...i'll finish it later tho