A Duty for life

Mackenzi,
Thursday,June 21 2012.
18:31


Sometimes life is like a documentary, everyone has there own story, but mine almost ends. In my country you have to grow up fast, faster than you used to. I felt insecure, I felt lonely, depressed and ill. My illness was only getting worse, and nobody cared. I believed that I was ugly and that I didn't belong here.
It was like the devil owned me, and that god just gave me away and that I had to die, it was my duty, it was something nobody will ever understand, I was lost. A friend told me to stay strong because she's been in the same problem as me, but I couldn't because it was my duty and it always will stay, because I always will try to go away from this miserable life.

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