I don't know where to start and if I don't know where to start I obviously don't know where to finish. Life didn't turn out the way I thought it would. It hurt more than expected. And it hasn't healed my wounds like I hoped it would. Is this really the way I'm supposed to be happy. To suffer day and night thinking about everything I lost along the way, unknowingly. I wish everything was so much simpler. That I wouldn't have to fight for everything. Or watch my back everytime I turned a corner." What has this world come to" I say. But of course no one answeres back. I can't talk or express my feeling's without feeling misunderstood. Not only by my friends, but by my own family too. My mother still treats me like i'm 5 years old and she doesn't know what I have become. She turns around still looking at me as if I was still her darling little angel not knowing what I had just done hours before at school. I try and talk to her, but it doesn't work out. She doesn't listen or worse of all she doesn't care. She say's " It's normal, I went through it too. Atleast you don't have to go through it alone like I did, my parents were never there for me. Alteast you have me."
But do I really...Have you. I cry less than 2 steps away with my back to her and still no sign of her eyes on me. Too much in her work or in the TV she doesn't notice that her own daughter is dying inside.
While her dad left her more than a year ago, her mom doesn't care what happens ot her, her brother thinks she's crazy and her friends are to far away to know any of this. As time passes, she fades away more and more. While no one attempts to even bring her back to earth...She's dying and withering at such a young age, without people that actually care about her. No one know's what will happen, not even she knows. In the end, she seriously doesn't care as long as it isn't any worse than what she is actually living or having to go through...
