Just My Life Poem by Kristina Holm

I am waiting for the right moment.
The moment when I am ready
To tell you about everything.
And the moment
When you will have the time to listen.

I am sick of crying,
Tired of trying.
I cant do this anymore.
Who am I doing this for?

I feel like my hole life
Has just been a test.
To see what a person can take,
Before they just break down.

Something is missing.
Heard about understanding?
Heard about love?
Do you even care..?
I dont really think so.
So what am I supposed to do now?