Light in the darkness

Growing up on the streets wasn't always easy,especially not for a boy like me. When i was eight years old i ran away. Ran away from the pain, from sorrow, from fear, from abusing. There was not a day without yelling and abusing, because my dad, drug addict, alchoholic enjoyed to abuse me and mom. One day, not so long after my eight birthday, he came home, drunk as usual and hit me so hard that i fainted. That day was the day when i decided to ran away. It was hard, i had to leave my mom behind all alone with that monster, but what else could i do, i was just a kid i couldn't help her and her pain was my pain and i couldn't watch it anymore. Now i'm eighteen, i kind of have my own place, one room, just mine. I'm going to school, because i want to be educated and not to end up like my dad, but the memories and the pain are still there. I'm a broken mess, all alone on this world, living day by day until the day of my death... But then i saw the light in my darkness, i saw her. Perfect, beautiful, kind, someone who lighten up my world, someone who will never be mine, because her light and my darkness are not a match...