ReMoved

ReMoved.....
True story
Narrated by a little girl

   *parents yelling*
   *parents fighting*

   Sometimes someone hurts you so bad, it stops hurting at all. Until something makes you feel again. And then it all comes back. Every word. Every hurt. Every moment. How could you understand where I come from. Even if you ask, even if you listen, you do not really hear, or see, or feel. You don't remember my story. You haven't walked my path. You haven't seen, what i've seen.

ReMoved.........

   My past defines me. This is who I am. I am...... Unseen, unheard, unwanted. That is what I am. If even I am anything.
It seems like the same thing, that held me up, forced me down. The world turned upside down. And order dissapeared. Nothing is how its supposed to be. And a heavy sadness fulled my soul.
Deeper and deeper I fell within myself, and nothing could show me out. Trapped in the misery in my life. Lost in the sorrow in my soul. Unable to see the light. Unable to see the dawn. To feel. To hope. To dream. And I found that the darkest days of my life kept coming. The blackest nights when my soul never stopped. It seemed like it was always nighttime and nightmeres. And never morning. And maybe wonder why but mostly I try just not to think about it. And try to get by, and try to survive. And all the other stuff seemed so much like nothing compared to just wanting the most important things back again. Like wishing you can see your mom smiling again. And hear her sing that one favorite song that always calms you down. And things were all messed up, and you couldn't have her back. At least get to take care of your baby brother. Cause you know he needs you! And he is going to be so scared all alone! Who is going to hold his hand, and whisper it will be alright to him? And who will whisper to me? I know im helpless. Dependent. Desparate. But what happens whenthose you need the most, threaten your very existence? I have heard plenty of promises. And they all soumd the same. And if I push hard enough, and sooner or later, they all prove to be empty. The suncomes up every morning, but do you know where? Each place its somewhere different. Its hard to find east when you keep moving around. But... At least it comes. It always comes. I have come to depend on that. And slowly, slowly seasons changed around me. And it seemed this time that maybe the world would not be pulled from under me again. Feet safe, roots starting to grow. Little buds of hope for you. Slowly, attempting to trust this new life.
  I wish someone would tell me its going to be okay.
   That one day, maybe, I feel normal. That I wont always be the one. That I will have a mommy, who will hug me, and be strong for me. Because maybe, I can't do it all by myself. 
   This is my past. My history. My story. Is not my fault! Its not because of me! It doesn't have to be what defines my future. I am lovable. I am hoarded with care. And that glimmer of light. It makes all the different. Glimmers of light always get through to me. Glimmers if light always help. But someday, my summer will come............