Done.

By: Gianna Fuentes

I am done.

Done with everything.

I feel like the world hates me.

People judge me.

I wear this to show how I feel.

When I look in the mirror.

I see her looking back.

My mother.

My everything.

Cancer took her away.

She held on tight.

Grasping on to life.

The day she left was special.

My thirteenth birthday.

We did everything together.

I am going to be with her.

In heaven.

 

 

Category: Creative Writing, Poetry