As careless as I can be, there's three people i've loved that died for me.
The negativity crowds a group of positivity; though I have parents that won't seem to understand the pile of pain that comes over me.
Sitting in a room of broken handles on doors, phones thrown across the room, and my voice that screams stop but doesn't change a thing.
"Momma knows best ,"she says."Daddy's little girl",they say. But with all these lies it puts me in a darker place. Soon there was a light that told me otherwise, but then went away. I look back only to see broken tears in my childhood memories. Hoping there was a person who believed in me, now I survive through life carelessly.