I come from a broken family.
A family where there's two parents but they don't love each other.
A family where one kid is valued more then the other.
A family that could care less if you're alive or dead.
A family that never calls to check on you.
A family that doesn't support a single decision you make, instead they bash you and tell you how you're never going to amount to anything.
A family that makes it their purpose in life to destroy every once of faith you have in yourself.
How can you chose to adopt a child but then not chose to love them?
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
