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| life in a bottle |
and ive always wondered why.....why did i have to be born...why did i have to be the mistake.....why do i have to pay the price of a broken families own selfpitty....why did i have to have no mother or father...why me...why. ive taken my fathers, and grandfathers path down there lives drink do drugs n die. n ive always wondered what id be like id i was different...maybe if my mom didnt treat me like a mistake..maybe if my father was a real one...maybe if my little brother didnt have to come help me put my own needles down....if i wasnt such a fuck up would i be a better person? i dare not speak in the precense of my parents in fear of what lies to come...im on thin ice mentally physically n emotionally...n i dont knw how much longer till i decide to break the ice...pull the trigger....jump of that edge....ive been so alone n so cold...my only friends where those little people who taunted me n laughed at me after a few dosages....n why do they still haunt me? i down bottles to sooth my heart ache after everymorning....i sit there n cry sometimes....i sit there n cry all night...my father told me i could never cry...ever since i was little.....n when there sleeping i feel little tears trinkle down my cheek...i close my eyes n have plesent dreams of me drowning n dying a slow painful death....n nightmares of being locked up in a cage in this house forever. is it my fault? do they rele hate me for exsisting...? is it my fault i still live n i still breathe? i wanna close my eyes n escape this reality that ive come to be....so mommy how r u today? when u left me all alone u took a piece of me away. and daddy how r u today? you worked so hard but left me in my wake......
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Posted by rizzaph on 2008-06-26 01:02:40 | Rating: | Views: 109
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