I dreamed about being free again...my mother left me when I was 12 for another man, she left my dad broken and for me to pick up the pieces and so far I haven't found all the pieces or none.
He's broken...he drowns his sorrows with drinks that burn your throat, that makes another person come out that you will never know about.
It's Poison, that's what my Grandma told me before she left me too. My life was full of messes and so far I just couldn't clean it up, and it hasn't bothered me.
There's nothing to keep me going just enough to help. I'm like the tin can from Wizard Of Oz but I'm out of oil, and without it I can't do anything. And so far no one has come to give me my oil.
So here I stand emotionless. Will anyone ever give me what I need just for at least me to move or turn my head?
I've lost my hope when everything got lost and I couldn't find it, I've lost my hope, my chance...my life.
What or Who? Would be my hope?
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Psychotic (#Wattys2016)
FanfictionThey all are simply psychotic, what else do you need to know? She was a simple girl..until She stubbled apon 7 psychotic boys who will change her life... Better? Or Worse? Highest Ranking in FanFiction #104 [6-22-16]
