You know what the best part of taking a shower is? If you cry, you can't tell whether the water is from your eyes or if it's from the cold water running down your face. You dont realize it until you can taste your despair and oddly enough, it tastes like salt. I dread the word school on a whole new level. My life at school was far from kind. Kids of all sorts despise me. Why? I will never care to find out why. Maybe its because my dad left me and I am unwanted by everyone. But hey isn't everyone? I am unwanted. I am hopeless. I am my own enemy. I am my only friend. If I am anything.... I would be that. I'm just a child. One that cannot speak. One that cannot breathe without anxiety. If I do speak it is with a rope around my throat. One that is afraid. One that wants to hear "Its okay". I want to have someone to be strong for me and hold my hand when I am terrified. I want to know how it feels to dream again but reality keeps on hitting me. More than I can handle. Then again I am just a child hopeless, unable to speak, no Authority against my own personal life. That is what they see and want from me. Then when I fright back, they push me. People are all the same. If words dont work. Physical means would have to be met and hopefully will work. They are all the same. That's why when the Child Services tell me that my new home would be great. I doubt it. All they want is money from the government. It will never get better. That's why I am home.
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Hidden Universe
RandomThere was a girl. Who was being torn apart. Between all those lies and pain. She learned not to trust. She kept her guard up. There on one cloudy day she ventured off into the woods to ecape. Instead she found light. In a world that was never known...
