Outside school, I am very loved. I get anything I want. Yet, I feel. Incomplete. I rarely get the attention I want.
I may be the youngest, but I carried out the burdens. Of my mother. My father. My siblings.
My uncle. I hate him. I hate how he would yell at my mom. I hate him. I wish him dead. He used my mother and grandma. He doesn't deserve a life.
I felt pity. For my father, he now, have money issues. It started long time ago actually, when I was just about to turn 10.
I'm sorry Papa. I couldn't be by your side all the time.
I'm sorry mama. I couldn't be the best daughter as you wished.
I'm sorry brothers. I wasn't the great sister.
I'm sorry sisters. I wasn't the greatest.
I'm sorry friend. I wasn't always the great friend for you.
I'm sorry teachers. I wasn't the best student in the school.
I'm sorry that I make mistakes. I'm sorry i'm not that perfect.
I am greatful to have them honestly, a father whose struggling but out a breave and smile face to not make me worried. I knew deep down, he was stressed out so much.
I knew deep down how tired she is. to be taking care of my grandma who's can't even walk out of bed. To be taking care of us. To be taking care of her husband, the house, the house bills.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes. I would imagine and put myself in their places. And then, I'll know how they'll feel.
I wasn't cut out to be alive.
I didn't knew a life is something I regret so much.
I'm spoiled. Not a brat. Yet, all these never bring me to feel complete.
I hate how my inner child is trapped.
I can never find peace in this life
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Always The Listener || Ardeaa
Random"will anyone ever listen to this agony?" this 13 year old girl will never find her inner peace even if she smiles and laughs. No one would see how she views the world nor understand her. I just need want to let it all out
