| I was born a bastard, always wanting my dad, always asking "where's daddy?" I still wonder why did god have to take him away, I'm hated by my own flesh and blood because they can't stand to look at me cause I look exactly like him, I was beat when I was younger for about four years, no one really cared. I was always the disapointment...well, I still am, My mom had cancer when I was 12, I sat i the hospital and watched her go through panic attacks, cough up blood, everything a 12 year old should witness,Jumped around from my aunts to my moms to my godmothers, I cut myself to make sixteen years worth of pain disappear, I wanted to fall hard enough to never feel anything again, my brother grabbed my hand and helped me help myself up, I kept felling and falling, and these scars run deep and still I keep falling, no one cares, the never have time to listen to my problems, they only have the time to deal with themselves. I was...still am always forgotten now I'm 16 and still trying to hide my pain, but the truth is, Who am I fooling? my life is shit, and everyone knows it. Life is my worst enemy. |
