Have you ever felt like your life was falling apart? Like all the pieces you've so very slowly and carefully put together throughout all the years of your life and they just broke apart and shattered to pieces so small you could barley see them with a microscope. So small they don't even matter. They're not even there.
Maybe your mother had passed away or your sister had gotten cancer, your brother and your father abused you or your sister. You had an experience with drugs or went to jail. You've made bad choices or your family has. Well I can tell you something, there are things worse than that.
Now you could have it worse than me, it's possible. But it's not something you'd want to do on purpose.
My father and mother were happy, and I believed they were meant to be together. They recently got divorced. Soon my mother was promoted and she left before the papers were signed. They eventually got divorced and I hadn't seen my mother in 14 years. My father lost his job when I was six and we had to live with his abusive, drug addicted, alcoholic brother. My sister was killed in an attempt for my uncle Marron to shoot an apple off her head. He was soon thrown into jail and we were soon left out on the streets. My father and my brother and I had no where left to go, my mothers side of the family ignored us, and my fathers father was too sad and wouldn't talk to anyone and lived in a mental hospital. My fathers sister is too self absorbed to let us stay with her. And so we continued about living our lives in the shittiest part of town in a studio apartment. When I was 12, my father was shot by our neighbors. My brother couldn't take care of me and we were split up into two different foster homes halfway across the country from each other. I was alone my whole life until I met a great group of friends who bailed on me after a year and now I sit alone. I walk alone. I learn alone. I am alone. I don't speak and I live on the side of the street in downtown New York. I am constantly running from so many people I don't know what to do. I'm so sick of running and I can't take it. I don't show up for class and I never will. I'm out of this place.
Out of here.
