Here I am, here to rot. They left me here. yes I HAD parents, but now they are nothing to me. They area mere memory, a lot like sleeping. You think you want to remember the sweet soft dream of something you thought you always wanted, but in a snap, when you remember the dream wasn't sweet it was sour. The dream you wish to remember wasn't a dream at all it was a sharp fragment of broken glass stabbed in your heart spilling all the happiness of the past you took so long to make and save out all over the cement floor. in an instant you realize, my past was a dream it was a nightmare. My dream was remembering my mother before she left, it was a mistake. it was just like it is now but then one more then now, then two black tar hearts.
Everyone say I have the perfect life, I have no mother to nag me, I have a dad who dose not seem to care what I do or where I am, I can do what ever i want. What i want is to be worried about, to be nagged about kicking mud throughout the freshly cleaned carpet in a house that smelled of warm cooking and supper every night. I want someone to ask me where I've been and worry about me til the second i walk through the door. I want some one to care.
And as I look around these empty halls I seem to wonder, where am I?
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Pencil Shavings
RomansaEmma has a very unstable life full of twists and turns. Her father, the meth addict and dealer, and try to forget that her mother left and never came back. It would seem her only happiness is a pencil and paper. Things have to get worse before they...
