My Untold Thoughts

Departure

My Family means the world to me, especially because they are gone.On June eighteenth of twenty eighteen, i got taken away.I was on my way to my now exes to hangout.They pulled our car over, they had waited for us to drive by them so they could get us.At the age of fourteen, i was taken away from my parents and two of my three brothers.

My parents were, and still are devastated and are working on us finally coming home.They had me think it was because of the people they were around, however that is only a small part of the problem, you see, My parents have no money, we lived without light,we had to scrounge for something to eat, but the main reason i cannot tell, due to promising.

Life is hard enough, with school, but now i have to face up to people asking me about what it is like to be in foster.I know they mean no harm and are just curious, but i still get upset and turn the other way.People just don't know what it is like to have a real mom that just cares about men and money, willing to let a man attempt to kill her only son, for a relationship that was already falling apart.I would stay up to cope my sister, her crying still mocks me.My mom doesn't care about me or anyone but herself.

Every time I have hope it gets tore down,I can't ever be happy. Its like a never ending maze, no matter how hard i try, i get lost and confused.Its hard not being able to see my parents when i want.One night i'm at home, the next i'm at a complete strangers house.I was scared and didn't know what to do, i resorted to cutting,and using self harm methods to help me cope.

I told nobody how i felt,i kept it all bottled in.I was ordered to go to therapy,i was so close to just ending it all, but my foster mom spotted them while i was lifting a hay bell onto the back to the trailer.She didn't tell me she found out until the following morning.

She told me after breakfast to meet her in her room.I was curious, but soon found out that she had found out my secret that I kept to myself.I like i said before, was issued to a therapist.I talk to her, but don't fill in the details she wants.She tries to read in-between the lines, but will never figure out my whole story of let downs and sorrow.