My Shivered Bones
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  • Reads 1,565
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 45m
Ongoing, First published Jan 06, 2013
Everyone in your life eventually leaves, whether intentionally or not. You never realize what you have until you lose it. This is sad, but it's the truest thing anyone had ever said to me. I learn lessons the hard way, sometimes a bit too late. I lose people that mean the most to me constantly, but I managed to imbibe the fact that I have absolutely no control over their thoughts, what they want. I am no one special, just a girl with a heart that is tired of getting broken. Just a lost spirit trying desperately to find myself. Spreading hope and cheerfulness among everyone I encounter, in spite of having a depressed soul. Nobody is willing to help, and I'm not willing to try to help myself either, because I am simply tired. And the one person who used to complete me, and make me feel that I'm not alone, is forever gone. And with the disappearance of his resounding heartbeats, I find myself sinking slowly into abstract darkness.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.