Post by *~*Mi$$ Ch££ky*~* on Sept 18, 2004 10:27:54 GMT -5
The rain pounded on her face as she stared at the non-existant stars in the sky. All that could be seen was dark, grey clouds and the occasional strike of lightning. Why did life have to treat her this way? Why couldnt she just find what she was looking for? All she wanted was a home, people to care for her to tell her they love her. She wanted to be held by a mother, to be comforted by a father when she cried. Her life ment nothing to anyone. No-one would even blink twice if she suddenly disapeared. The bullies at school would have to find a new victim, they couldnt torment her if she wasnt around. They couldnt shout horrible names across the playground, they wouldnt beat her until a teacher strolled along and finally stopped them with a couple of unhelpful words. Thats what happens to you when your different.
You prefer to use black nail polish instead of pink, you wear your dark, baggy clothes with pride as everyone sneers at you. People stare at your eyebrow ring with distaste and shudder as they see your tounge stud. This is your life, you think as you walk into your foster home. Your 'dad' sits on the sofa and doesnt even acknowledge your presence and all your 'mum' says is, "Hurry up and make the tea."
This is you now, stood outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, getting more soaked by the minute. This is you taking the butcher knife you stole from the kitchen, this is you plunging in deep into your stomach. You cringe at the pain but still you drive it in deeper until you collapse onto floor. This doesnt stop you though, you just pick up the knife and stab it back into you, but this time its in your heart.
You smile as you've finally found peace. Away from the taunting, away from your horrible foster parents. Away from your current life and into another one.
You prefer to use black nail polish instead of pink, you wear your dark, baggy clothes with pride as everyone sneers at you. People stare at your eyebrow ring with distaste and shudder as they see your tounge stud. This is your life, you think as you walk into your foster home. Your 'dad' sits on the sofa and doesnt even acknowledge your presence and all your 'mum' says is, "Hurry up and make the tea."
This is you now, stood outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, getting more soaked by the minute. This is you taking the butcher knife you stole from the kitchen, this is you plunging in deep into your stomach. You cringe at the pain but still you drive it in deeper until you collapse onto floor. This doesnt stop you though, you just pick up the knife and stab it back into you, but this time its in your heart.
You smile as you've finally found peace. Away from the taunting, away from your horrible foster parents. Away from your current life and into another one.
