MY DEPRESSION

I was once a jumping girl . looking in the mirror my head telling me how beautiful I am . Not knowing that the world would be a battle , not knowing that racism will become worse . Getting older life became a battle . Every morning waking up going to my mother with a smile on my face knowing later on I will have to fake a smile . Going to school was like cutting my heart into pieces . putting on a fake smile not having someone's shoulder to lay on . It was me vs the world . Sometimes I felt like my mother abandoned me ,having no one to talk to for they would all criticise me telling me that I'm just exaggerating. A therapist wouldn't help fix my wound ,the damages inside me nor will a therapist⁹ be able to join my pieces of broken hearts. not even my own mother or a doctor can stop my from hurting myself . People say I'm the image of my mother but to me I look at her and see a huge difference. she is all beautiful, if I was the image of my mother why do people call me black,ugly ,a whore. I had always thought that applying makeup would make me look better but im still ugly Sometimes i just feel like commiting suicide They say do not give up ,but I'm ready to give up my life