Not enough friends to throw a party,

Not enough love to go around,

Not enough motivation to smile,

Not enough reason to stay above ground.

My mom is trying,

My mom?Gosh I love her.

My mom found my friends,

My mom invited her even though there was just one.

My mom made me laugh,

My mom Gave me memories,

My mom made me feel important,

My mom always loves me.

My dad postponed, once again.

My dad only thinks of me when he has time.

My dad doesn’t know I feel heavy,

My dad doesn’t know mine like a heavy burden to bear.

My dad invited his girlfriend over,

My dad didn’t even ask,

My dad talked with her all night,

My dad said a few words.

I didn’t even get out a full story,

I didn’t get to finish before you got bored and takes over me.

I didn’t get to tel you about my day,

I didn’t because he didn’t want to hear it.

He doesn’t know he’s hurting me,

He doesn’t And I’m not going to tell him

He doesn’t becauae I’m scared of hurting someone.

He doesn’t care, even though I know he does.

I don’t want to be swept away until you have time,

I want to tell you what I did.

I want to say more then a few sentences without being silenced.

I want you to hear me,

Make time for me,

But I know it’s not going to happen.

It doesn’t del how it used to,

Since the divorce,

Because it feels like half no matter what.

I feel bad because I still cry even though my mom tried so hard.

I feel ungrateful because I’m crying alone in my room because of little things.

I feel like less because people aren’t asking me about my day, they are asking about her.

My dads girlfriend is so sweet,

And she’s a great person.

But he spent the whole day with her,

He didn’t even ask me if it was okay.

My dad changes my birthday, sometimes we don’t celebrate it until three months later and then I get yelled at by my siblings for being un greatful and undeserving, because I already had a birthday at my moms house.

I feel horrible,

Because I’m being ungreatful.

And it would hurt them if they saw me sad because they might think it’s their fault.

I’ll spare the details,

I’ll spare you the dirt

Pull up a chair,

Grab a cup,

Welcome to my pity party!