turtlescantwrite
October 22nd, 2013, 11:13 PM
Seventeen years old and Im still afraid of the dark, still paranoid at not what doesnt exist, but what does, and what is still a part of my life. But they arent here anymore.
And so here I am in the most comfortable bed Ive owned, not littered with the bed bugs, but with blankets thinking of them still as my tv illuminates a gentle glow to provide simple comfort. I know they arent here, but the ache is everlasting still. Even in the comfort of my grandparents home.
So I pull out my phone and guiltily get on the internet. Surely others have faced such agony from their parents as well? Of course.
I read your stories and I become encouraged to not provide words of wisdom, but to also share, because no matter what, when your bullied and abused starting at birth, you realize that wisdom from others doesnt keep you strong.
Its you people who survive through such pain that such an insomniac as I thinks about every night.
I praise you for your strength.
and I read your stories.
And so here I am in the most comfortable bed Ive owned, not littered with the bed bugs, but with blankets thinking of them still as my tv illuminates a gentle glow to provide simple comfort. I know they arent here, but the ache is everlasting still. Even in the comfort of my grandparents home.
So I pull out my phone and guiltily get on the internet. Surely others have faced such agony from their parents as well? Of course.
I read your stories and I become encouraged to not provide words of wisdom, but to also share, because no matter what, when your bullied and abused starting at birth, you realize that wisdom from others doesnt keep you strong.
Its you people who survive through such pain that such an insomniac as I thinks about every night.
I praise you for your strength.
and I read your stories.