evidenceofunderstood

Mommy, I think I want you to send me away. Maybe I can get better. And not cut anymore. Maybe I can be a kid again. It seems so long ago. But i'm really still a kid, just with adult problems. Maybe I could get better.           I could be like the other kids.           Happy. Is it sad to crave that?           Happiness. If everyone is entittled to happiness,           Why don't I have some?            Is there not enough to go around?            Someone share!            Sharing is caring.                  Please!      Fine don't bother to care. Maybe I could get better.           I'd do better in school.