I'm all alone.
I have been since the second I was born.
I have friends. I have family.
Yet I still feel empty.
My mother left me.
She gave up on me.
I was only 9 months old when she took her last breath.
She left me all alone.
My mother didn't care.
She didn't want me.
If she did, she would've fought harder for me.
Instead she left me.
But why would anyone want me?
I don't even want me.
Sometimes I wish it was me who was gone instead of her.
Oh, how I wish I was never born.
It would've saved me from all the pain.
She was good.
My mother would've done more use to the world than me.
I want to help others, but I can't even help myself.
I'm nothing. I'm no one.
Nobody wants me.
Nobody cares.
I was meant to be alone.
I have been since the second I was born.
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Remedies of a Broken Soul
PuisiStep into my world. These are my thoughts. You can now see life from my point of view. Try not to get too lost. It can be a bit scary inside. Welcome to the inside of my mind... ________________________________________ A book of random thoughts and...
