she called my name and i stumbled down the steps in hopes this wouldn't lead to another argument. the rest of my siblings were asleep, and i was the only one awake.
my {adopted} mother was abusive and resented everything i ever did. she hated me, and i couldn't escape her torturous voice as it boomed into my ear canals.
i hated it here. i hated this house with her in it and i hate how my life goes. i miss my real parents, my real life, and most importantly, my freedom. it sucks to be here, and it sucks to be her daughter. i live with regrets on a daily, and it's nothing new that i come home to.
i'm broken, i'm torn, and i'm shattered.
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if any of you read my original book, "living only with regrets", this is based off of it. so bare with me as i write this soon.
*coming december 2015*
YOU ARE READING
shattered || r.s.l {ON HOLD}
Random"i'd explain myself as shattered, because i'm not broken yet."
