If you're even alive,

Who are you?
Do you ever think about me, ever wonder what I look like? Ever wonder what I sound like, ever wonder if I'm as worthless as you thought I'd be? 'Cause I'm not. You were too weak, I was born to a fucking weakling. You didn't want me? Why the fuck not? Not good enough for you? Well damn straight I am. Or maybe you regret giving me away. You ever think about finding me, telling me you're sorry? Not that I'd go back to you anyway, fucking slut. Imagine how it felt hearing "I'm not your mother." Fucking imagine it. These jackasses at school try telling me nobody loved me, they say they're lucky they know their moms.

Maybe you wanted what was best for me. Did it ever occur to you that just maybe being here isn't what I need? You could've been everything to me. But you aren't.

And you'll never read this, you'll never ever know me,
But that's not my fault.
For once I'm not the one making the fucking mistakes.