From A Tiny Bean To A Shoulder

I was tiny, tiny as a kidney bean,

Where my mother longed to see the tiny bean on the ultrasound screen.

Months and months on I kept growing,

But my gender to my mother being unknowing.

She prayed for a little girl,

Who in her life would be a pearl.

On and on as nine months passed,

A little girl was born at last.

Happy was my mother,

To have her a little daughter.

Little did my mother know,

How my life would be as I would grow.

And as i grew year by year,

My Life got miserable with only tears.

Always asked my mother "why was I even born?"

When I would see my mother's heart torn.

Everytime I tried to end my life,

Piercing into my skin that stupid knife.

I lived no matter in what state I was found,

The doctors at the infirmary always asked but I never made a sound.

Then I thought to myself " maybe I have a purpose of living",

Maybe to stop another girl from crying.

And today as I have grown a little older,

I'm still trying to figure out who would need my shoulder.

So here I am all alone,

Trying to find the purpose of my life on my own.