What makes me, me? Well for starters I'm not like everyone else, I don’t “go with the flow” yes we are human and sometimes I do wing it. but I am my own person.

From early life, I had a ruff upcoming. Both of my parents did drugs while I was in the house. I had moved so much that by the time I reached age five I had moved fifteen different times. When I was about six I was taken out of the house because as I said my parents did drugs. My grandmother then adopted me, at first I hated it. When I was seven my mom lost her rights to see me for if she did the police would be called. Growing up I consistently had children and youth in my life, they didn’t leave until I was about eight or nine. About two years or so I started calling my grandmom “mom”. For the longest time I hated my bio mom cause for the longest time I thought that she chose drugs over me and I wasn’t too pleased also every one of my family members told me that she chose drugs over her own blood and flesh.

When I hit thirteen I wrote my bio mom a letter and surprisingly she wrote back. When she wrote back at that time it would have been two years that I was smoking and drinking. My mom didn’t like the fact at all that I was smoking but I did it anyway I was my way of dealing with stress and stuff. Between twelve and thirteen I was a huge cutter but I got help and for a while, I was hopping around person to person trying to get help.

For now, I’m just gonna leave it at that. Hope some people can relate to this, and I hope you liked this. Drop a comment and a like if you did.

You're told that everyone is different

it's okay to be different

but if everyone is different

wouldn't that mean

that everyone is the same?

you not so different

you're more than that

like some sort of

uncommon difference

there's different

and then

there's you.

You are

the uncommon difference

stop hurting yourself

it's gonna be okay

But is it really?

You're all alone

Will you benefit from this?

is it like a class

a lesson to be learned

maybe

but you don't know

you can't see your future

is this going to end happily

or just end

just like that

you're dead

no one knows

because

you're not different

you're

The Uncommon Difference

How could you be so stupid

to make a joke like that?

You had me

but then you lost

you need me bad

but now it's too late

I already said goodbye,

love has been turned to anger and sadness.

you want to go back in time

and fix what you did wrong,

change the dumb stuff that comes out of your mouth

so I’m not mad at you anymore

your mouth is what messed it up,

and it's all your fault.

you weren’t yourself,

and now you can’t fix it

I still love you a lot,

but you already know

we’re still together but it doesn’t seem like it

because of the dumb stuff that came out of your mouth

“It was just supposed to be a joke”

and now you want me more than ever

broke my heart,

never left it.

so please give up on another chance

if I give you another chance you’ll hurt me again

’Cause I know you need me right now

more than anything or anyone at all but can't have me.

I always had a bad habit of letting people follow me that I didn't know on Instagram. So many of my friends did it so I figured if they can do it I could do it, plus I had so many followers. One day I had someone follow me with an unusual picture. when I looked at the user name it said unknown but of course, I just shurgged it off but then no sooner I accepted their follow request they texted me. It wasn't a normal "hey how are you" text it was a video, a video of what looked like a dog getting skinned alive. They texted me"do you like it?" I then went to block them but when I hit the block button nothing happened then they started typing again, stopped then started again. All night I was scared that they were going to send another video of something horrifying. When I fell asleep they were still typing and when I got up they were still typing. for days I just left it but after a while, it drove me crazy. Something had to be done but then I got a text everything changed. "I'm in your house"

She never learned right from wrong

stealing from others, smoking

with someone, she didn't know,

or even smoking in general

was bad and she knew it, but

she didn't care

if it killed her.

People told her to stop

she never listened

no matter how many times

you told her,

she just didn't care

her friends

encouraged it.

Her parents

hated her because of it, still though

she didn't care, her parents gave her testes

she wasn't just smoking cigarettes.

She smoked whatever she could get her hands-on

or did drugs that she knew nothing about, to feel good

xanax and molly,

anything she could get

from dealer to dealer, unhealthy

drugs and used needles.

She was worthless when she had so much to live for

but, of course, she didn’t see it

she overdosed with nothing to gain and everything to lose.