Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
If there is a god, then why must we suffer?
I thought we were supposed to be loved.
not ridiculed and pushed away.
It makes me WANT to die!
It's not fair!
Everyone gets to have their perfect little life, while I stand in the background, alone.
They all pretend life is a game that will work itself out in the end.
If that were true, i'd still have a father.
I'd still have a grandmother.
I wouldn't be alone.
I still have some family, but their never their.
So I keep searching, seeking.
Never reaching for the light at the end of the tunnel.
So close but yet so far.
I will always be alone.
I thought we were supposed to be loved.
not ridiculed and pushed away.
It makes me WANT to die!
It's not fair!
Everyone gets to have their perfect little life, while I stand in the background, alone.
They all pretend life is a game that will work itself out in the end.
If that were true, i'd still have a father.
I'd still have a grandmother.
I wouldn't be alone.
I still have some family, but their never their.
So I keep searching, seeking.
Never reaching for the light at the end of the tunnel.
So close but yet so far.
I will always be alone.
A child says to its mother: "Mummy, I colored your bed sheets with lipstick!" In a rage the mother hits her child until it's knocked out. Full of remorse, her eyes filled with tears, she begs the child to open its eyes, but it's too late. Its little heart has stopped beating. The words on the sheets in the bedroom: "I love you, Mummy!"
Repost this if you are against child abuse! I bet 95% of you won't…
True. So true.
No I don't get abused. Will I? I have no idea. I wish my mom would just slap me already. She looked like it all the time.
Why am I telling you my problems?! Idk. I hate my life. Well see you all around
Repost this if you are against child abuse! I bet 95% of you won't…
True. So true.
No I don't get abused. Will I? I have no idea. I wish my mom would just slap me already. She looked like it all the time.
Why am I telling you my problems?! Idk. I hate my life. Well see you all around
