Quddus
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"You're a burden to us, that's all you'll ever be" I know I am, I always thought I'm a burden but hearing my own siblings say this, it feels like I got run over by a truck. without saying anything i continue walking the way she guided me to. I was walking while I was lost in my own train of thought, i always felt like I was a burden so am i crying just because they said it to my face? i knew this was the truth, why am I such a cry baby? I was so lost that I didn't even realise the traffic lights had turned red, the car was spending at me, i should just die? this would make things easier for them, a burden to their family don't deserve to live, the only way to help them is to be gone. "honk honk" I stopped in my tracks, waiting to finally do something for my family, i want to help them and so with a smile on my face. but what if I don't die? what if I just get into a car accident and that'll just create more trouble for them wouldn't it? the hospital bills, taking care of me etc! They will have to do much for a burden like me, it wouldn't be fair to them I quickly jumped out of the way. I'll find another way sooner or later. ___________________________________________________ Hi guys! How are you guys? I hope everyone's doing great Imagine being so broken to think that you need to die to help your family, that too with a way they won't be burdened by your dead this story is dark and depressing. As you can see Anna desperately trying to do something for her family, even if it means to end her own life I hope you will enjoy her journey from being so self conscious and low to just being normal. "she doesn't need to be useful to be worth something, she just needs to be herself." "life is too short to be living for others" follow me on instagram @muggle_afsha and @relatable_random
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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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