Some hurts go to deep
Frodo: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there *is* no going back? There are some things time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.
This quote is how I feel. Can't sleep, past bothering me so much. All the things Ive done, and all the stuff thats happened. Sometimes its just hard to breath. Past hurts. If only their was a way to forget it.
Well first off I use to be with my real family. Did not get taken until I was 15. Got taken away becauce my mom had mental problems, which she got when i was born. When I was first born her words were thats not my child. She was so out of it she did not believe I was hers. After she got back to normal, she did realize I was hers.
But from that moment on she would have spells where she would flip out, and not remember who she was, spend all of our money, get into all kinds of trouble. End up in the hospital for at least two weeks. This happened at least 2 twice a year, if not more.
My father was a drunk, and did drugs. Other thing happen to but idont wish to share.
Lots of other things were going on to. Like with my family and stuff.
I ended up getting problems to, starting at the age 11. Almost died twice.
Then social workers came in. They took me away because of something happen. I was 15. Got put into a group home for a while. Ended up in the hospital, almost died yet again. finally got a foster parents, But then they decided to put me with my real mom a year later. Did that, did not work out. My mom fliped out yet again. Got taken away again. My mom and dad got divorced. And my grandpa died.
Much more but not saying.
This is just some of the thoughts that run through my mind. Just makes me sad. Very hard to sleep.
well, i lost the afformentioned friends because told a girl i liked her and she went nuts, before that i lost a girlfriend who screwed my head up in ways you cannot believe, before that my mom died after years of suffering, i had one or two cancer scares of my own, my mentor and teacher died, I got a severe injury or two, I've had to attempts on my life by psychotic girls, and at the moment, i have a head cold. oh... and my dad "grieved" by getting remairried to a dumb userer and my new stepbrother broke my tooth twice, haven't been able to eat ice cream since.
so do I, but it's like the song says "you'll come undone, loving all the terrible people"
I can guess what you don't want to talk about. I guess my stuff can't really compare. I have a few horrific memories as a refugee. I've also got scarres over much of my back and shoulders from getting beaten up almost daily in school.