Every Day Was The Same

It still haunts me

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up and it still haunts me. I woke to a man in blue, he acted calm but I could tell something was wrong. He took me away to a big building, in a car that had flashing lights.
The few weeks after were a blur, all I remember was falling asleep to the sound of silence, and waking up without her kisses.

I was put in a foster house with a couple, Betty and George, they picked me out of the orphanage like I was a dog at a pound. I say 'house' instead of 'home' because this was no home.
The man was barely around and the woman was a horrible being when we were alone, which was a lot.

Everyday was the same, I'd wake to the smell of cigarettes, and by night she'd throw me in my room and lock the door. My room was barely the size of a closet.
Breakfast was moldy bread and I was barely given clean water. Betty was a horrid woman, she would put her cigarettes out on me as if I was just as worthless as an astray to her.
I never cried about the pain she put me through, though I never cried about my mother leaving, I didn't know why my mother had left, why she never came back. I was only five and I didn't even know my own mother's name. She would visit me in my dreams, I wished I could asleep forever so I could be with her, or anywhere else but here...