Finding A Home

My home sweet home

My home here at the orphanage is horrible you are treated like a child who is nothing.

Every day I tally how many days/months/years I have been in this horrible place.

So far I have been here six years exactly.

We have to wear stupid gray clothing like we are in a jail.

You think they would show some love or kindness to you.

No, not even one part of them would care if we died tommorow.

We are just there job, there work.

I have tried to run away at least 4 times and never get away.

With no mom, no dad, no one to guide me.

It is hard not even knowing what happened to my parents.

I feel like I am suffering without them.

Detectives said they were killed in a accidental car accident but I could see in their eyes that are just going to keep lying to me about my past.

I ask them the same thing every day and they say the same thing every single day I have been here.

I don't even have a name anymore so I named myself Daisy because my bed is by a window of daisies.

My best friend and only friend at this place that I call jail is Brook, she was named that because they found her on the side of a river.

They also won't tell her what happened to her parents so we made a promise that we both will never stop hunting for the truth till we get it.