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Another day another fight between my parents and the kids.... The emotional scars I have received in this house, it's a wonder how I ever turned out like this. Because I can smile and I have a happy-go-lucky attitude, which apparently means I have the perfect life and that nothing bad ever happens to me. But my smile is fake; my demeanor is a show to fool those I care about, so they don’t share the pain I’m in. The sad truth behind what I show is truly a desolate wasteland where dreams don't come true, and crying is the only emotion that is shown next to fear. I have a bleeding heart which if you don't know means I can feel someone else’s pain. And I cry with them even when I can't see it. The yelling and fighting.... I'm sick of this life, this house.... This is either bad karma or something fate has decided for me, yet I believe in making my own fate. But because I can make my own I watch others construct theirs with tears and pain. They don't see the true path in front of them, the right way to live life, the road with little pain. Yet time and time again they curve off this road feeling they have to do things their way only to get caught in a briar bush. It's truly and deeply hurting on me because I feel everything, although I don't want to anymore. This bleeding heart and this constant pain and agony of living in this house is taking it's toll on me... please... just end the pain.... crying sad
 Tsukasasoul · Mon Jan 17, 2005 @ 10:51pm · 0 Comments |
