desperate for air
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desperate for air
my parents wanted me to live in a backwards world. and so i was punished for their crimes. picked on, beaten, tortured, nearly raped. all the things they said their "way of life" would keep me from. and i was the one who got the worst of it. finally breaking free, starting my own life, and choosing my own path. finding people who guided me through my pain, helping me to become a different person. these were the ones who got me through. who promised that it would be better. that they would be there. once again, i find myself a third wheel. beaten, tortured, abused. i call to my new friends for help. they are not there. the only one who comes, does not understand, and can only pass judgement. how is this all my fault? i am all alone. i raise the knife to my arm once more. and this is how i die. |
Submitted on 2013-07-23 22:57:18 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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i know how you feel about being suffocated by your parents way of doing things..want to protect you, but put you in the way of fire because you have no knowledge of the things you "need" to be protected from....without knowledge of the bad, you can get no good...i like this a lot...it reminds me of myself a little...i had great parents, but was sheltered and because i was sheltered i wanted to explore everything do everything meet everyone...and of course get into trouble or try to...i met people i liked for a minute and then went on to others that were worse and they rubbed off on me....luckily i got my act together before i let it destroy me...and i know how it is to be alone, to really be alone not just the feeling of it...thank you for writing this, it brought back good and bad memories of growing up....great read| | Posted on 2013-08-01 00:00:00 | by Rhaine | [ Reply to This ] | |
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