Woebegone

Time was always important, for some particular reason, I would always want time to pass, I feel like, I only live for the mornings and nights. I have a routine though nor the routine I was used too, wake up, pain, pressure, judgements, starvation, work, making money for the witch... I mean my mom and finally a sleep, that is if I am able to get some sleep. As a woman... right I am a woman, tho I learned that it doesn't matter whether I am a man or a woman, either way I would still be born, got lost, be adopted and got abused again and again and again, I have lost count from where they started treating me like a junk and trash when isn't useful anymore, sometimes I would just smile thinking that at least I get to have a life but then again, did I want this, did I deserve this, on top of all why??.... Why it has to be me?.