just some stuff i wrote
I believe that no one truly understands me! My parents think they know their youngest child, but really they have no idea who I am. My friends through the years thought they knew me well, but really they didn’t, they had no idea that I was so depressed about the way my life was turning out. It seemed that the god that I have trusted in sense I was a child left me to fend for myself. I constantly hurt, I await the day when I don’t feel pain anymore. I feel that I have grown up to fast; being the youngest of five will do that to you. My older siblings taught me everything; I never got the chance to learn it on my own. I am eighteen but I feel like I could be thirty. I catch myself thinking about death! I feel if I die now I have lived a good life and I have done everything that an eighteen year old could do. I can only teach my friends about my life once I am gone. Once I die they will know what they are missing, oh how they take me for granted. Without me there would be no laughter, even if I only joke because I am hurting and I need something to cheer me up.
