Well umm, I just wanted to write what I was thinking so. Yap
I have lost so much to a separation that was forced upon my life then forced to face a world that knew little about what happened inside the home we lived. A world that would call you spoilt because you went to a good school and your father has money, A world where people are judged for having meltdowns without knowing why.
I go to a good school, I am thankful every day for it.
I live in a beautiful house, I am thankful for it.
I live in an extraordinary city, I am thankful for it.
I have beautiful pets, I am very thankful to have them.
I have two parents and a brother, I am thankful for them.
What people don’t know is
I go to a good school, but I am bullied.
I live in a beautiful house, but it’s filled with anger, pain and sorrow.
I live in an extraordinary city, but it’s not safe.
I have 8 beautiful pets, they are my strength.
I have two parents and a brother. Well here is where lot’s of problems started.
My parents were separated for 8 years but lived in the same house. So this caused staying a kid to be tough at best. Then they got divorced, who would of though that could make the situation worse. Not me, but here I am 2 years later with and broken brother, and I don’t know what father and a mother who tries her best but is too deep in her own problems to recognise your 10,000 feet under water, with not enough strength to resurface.
I like to consider myself one of the lucky one’s though. I don’t consider suicide or self-harm I believe there is something amazing that comes out of a rough past, present and future. My troubles are far from over but so are my moments of peace. Because as the sun prepares to rise so do I but tomorrow, I will a little more.