Wednesday, 12 March 2008
10:45:08 PM (GMT)
To have your hopes burn to the ground.
To have the one you love most leave you forever,
never to be seen again.
To have your heart ripped out
and torn into a million pieces, then blown in your face.
To argue with your Dad day and night,
never ending cursed words since you were 5.
To not be allowed to talk back or else get smacked.
To try to hold back the tears
and getting yelled at even more.
To have all your friends turn against you
when you ask for their help.
To finally get some real friends and
are scared to trust them.
To start trusting them and
start to have a somewhat of a normal, happy life.
To know that when you come home the fighting starts again.
To hide your feelings so that no one thinks your weak.
To not know how to love again but you try.
To find someone else thinking they are better
but finding out that you are still madly in love with her.
To be confused on what to do and how to do it.
To have a mom that will not take you the way you are.
To always have to watch your back.
To never know what is going to happen next.
To have your life go great for a short time
then have it blow up in your face.
To want to crawl in a corner and hurt yourself.
To cry yourself to sleep almost everynight.
To want to kill yourself cause you don't think you are good enough
cause you can't do anything right.
To runaway from the pain just to find yourself in more pain.
To start to use boos and drugs to ease the pain
that won't go away.
To have your heart broken beyond repair.
To want to speak up about it
but to shy to.
To have told you my life story
without telling you.
To feel what it is like haveing seperated parents.
To have your mom barely making it in life
while your dad is spending money left and right.
To want to help but don't know how.
To have a dad that doesn't realize
what your mom is going through.
To live this life that i have.
To get to know the real me,
then judge me not before.