my tale is one with hurt and sarrow, of darkness and secrets.
most cant even imagin the pain, the suffer, the scream of was real abuse is.
people would say life is life..everyone has it...this is true, but not even shares the same life, not even identical twins.
My tale is not happy, it is in the dark, in a small corner..locking myself away and welding the key away, making sure never to be let out again. i thought that if i closed myself outfrom the world, friends, and even boy friends, i wouldnt have to worry, i wouldnt have to be warned by my mother as she talked about how my father was. i thought i would be safe. but i made one wrong conclusion...there were other keys.
as my life went on, every once and awhile i would stumble apon someone with the key needed to get to me...i wasnt sure on what to think...but even with the company of friends...nothing worked..nothing took away my memorises...my pain, suffer...i was utterly alone.
through out the time i was used for information..like a soldier spy, and only abused in the end...it hurt..i was on the spot light and all i remember it everyone staring at me with disbelief...i was shot..and shot hard..but not dead...
it was by that time i was wondering how many peple would really miss me if i had died...if i had been gone, like so many people screams behind my back about...of course my friends would miss me..but who in the family..people would pretend but most wont mean it...most would be semi relieved...some may say i am not true..but people can be easy to read.
i was still alone, in a world so cold and cruel...i had friends all around but nothing made much sense..how could i feel so alone with so many people around..i didnt want a friend...i wanted somthing more...for years this feeling stayed the same, but no one in the school liked me, and the guys i actully liked would never be...i was trapped, and all these years...i have never even noticed...
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