Judgement

Don’t judge me! She screams, from the top of the roof on that cold wintery night.
Don’t judge me because I can’t go on any longer in this place you call a life.
Don’t judge me because I wish every day I didn’t have my daughter! Don’t judge me because I don’t know if I really like being a mother.
Don’t judge me because I loathe the ground my mother walks on, Don’t judge me because when so many out there wish for a mother, I wish more to not have mine.
Don’t judge me because I enjoy the pain and misery more than any happiness and laughter, she says.
Don’t judge me because I branded myself with a tattoo of a man that once fucked me and never saw again.
Don’t judge me as I stand here on this rooftop screaming at the top of my lungs, because I’ve had more than I can take and I just need to state, that sometimes death appears better than the judgment that I have to face each day.
She is thin, she is sad, her heart is as cold as cold can get. She does not get it. She is all out of answers. She doesn’t care what people think or say, yet here she stands on the ledge tonight screaming out “don’t judge me.”
Don’t judge me because some days I’d rather lay in the bed and sleep the whole day away then have to step out and face reality.
Don’t judge me because I’m obsessed with my weight and what I put in my mouth. Don’t judge me because I’m scared I’m going to be fat one day, as a tear drops from her eye.
Don’t judge me because I like to drink, don’t judge me because I snort hydrocodone to feel the high faster than swallowing the pill.
Don’t judge me because I like it in the butt. Don’t judge me because I like to be hit, don’t judge me because sometimes I like it when they gag me.
Don’t judge me! She screams as she moves her foot forward just with one tiny step…
Silence
Judgment is gone.