Losing Hope
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Pinwheels and Dandelions
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.Complete
Buried Emotions
I'm an outcast, I'm un-wanted, I'm un-popular, But Mariah, my mom replacement, thinks I'm a normal teenager, Justin somehow believes he can help me, but no one can.Complete
Love Yourself
❝ I always say it's for the best But what's the best for me I swear that I'm not selfish I just wanna be happy ❞Complete
ameliorate the truth
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Trade Mistakes (adopted by Brendon Urie) •{COMPLETED}•
Hi, I guess. I'm Cassie, I'm 14 years old and I've been going orphanage to orphanage since I was 3 years old. My parents died in a car crash me being the only survivor. It was all down hill and only bands could save me from doing something terrible. Until someone in particular walks in.... 2018 EDIT- This is horribly written, i started writing it in 2016 and published it in 2017, in my 6th grade year. Its not edited bc I'm horrible with that, and I don't want to read that cringe over again. Please note that I made this when I was 11 years old and there are probs a lot of spelling and grammatical errors in this. #1 in #adoptedbybrendonurie #356 in #panicatthedisco #426 in #brendonurie Started- April 3rd, 2017 Finished- June 16th, 2017Complete
Lost
Sometimes, I'm not always sure what to do. I feel like I'm always wrong, like I'm never good enough. I'm invisible and it's as if I don't exist. If I really didn't exist, I don't think anyone would care. I'm all alone in this great big world, I'm lost. Maddie has never been good enough for anyone. Her perfect sister, Megan, always manages to outshine her. Her father never pays attention to her, because he's always worried about Megan. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Maddie goes to group therapy, where she shares her feelings. Every week it's the same thing, until Maddie gets a new lab partner: Zach Williams, every girl's dream date. WARNING: I wrote this book when I was really, really young. It is very poorly written and has a TON of grammatical errors. I'm working on editing/rewriting this.Complete
My brothers best friend
People say you don't really know what true love is at sixteen. Well I knew well before that, I knew from the age of eleven that Jackson carter was the one for me. Jackson was my older brothers best friend and also four years older then me. I First met him when I went to visit my mum and brother in America he was like a god he was so beautiful but as an eleven year old toothless girl I was invisible to him. Over the years and with many more visits we became close, well as close as you can to your brothers best friend, I would follow them around wherever they would go. My brother was so protected of me and all his friends became like brothers except Jackson my feelings for Jackson grew over the years. Now I'm sixteen I've grown I'm not the little toothless girl or the little girl who followed them around. My life has changed I have changed but one thing that hasn't is my love for Jackson. Unfortunately for me Jackson doesn't see me anything more then his best friends little sister. Now I've come to live with my mum who doesn't even give a shit about me after the death of my dad.My life is going downhill fast and I'm hoping Adam can pull me back up. Nothing is easy,life is hard and at sixteen I've seen enough hardship to last me a lifetime.I want to be happy, I want to live I don't want to drown anymore. Will my brother be able to save me? Will Jackson finally see me? Will my mum ever love me? And will I ever get over the death of the one person that ever really Truly loved me?Complete
Alone
"Are you okay?" I hate that question. It makes no logical sense to ask that, when the person you are asking is obviously going through hell. ____________________________________ Losing her mom was one of the biggest obstacles in her life. Summer was sent into a foster home at the age of 17, hardly being accepted, and having to start a brand new school. Struggling with bullying, harassment, trust, and love, Summer is sent on a journey, depending on her friends to help her through.Complete
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I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.
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