natasha-smith-1
American
Hi my name is Natasha and all my life I have been bounced around from foster home to foster home. Always thinking that no one will ever want me. I was abused by my mother when I was young and then she pawned me off to my gramother. She is such a b**** then she took in my younger sister instead me and I will continue hating her forever. My life got a lot better when I met some great people in school and I know they will always be there for me. But I think that I will never fond someone who truly cares or loves me. One who will make me feel happy instead of sad. I have never truly loved anyone feeling that one day me heart will get broken once again. Most of my days leaves me feeling greif stricken and depressed. I do the same thing everyday with no change. The only thing that brings me joy is reading. Reading books about love and vampires and romance and I continues thinking why cant I have that
The world can be filled with wonderous sights
Like the baby birds when they first take flight
Breathtaking colors everywhere
Most of us don't see or care
We didn't even notice from the start
We look with our eyes but we should see with our hearts
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
My heart is encased
Like it's been erased
Its locked away
Since that horrific day
I have the key
To set it free
Its like Pandora's box its a forbidding chest
Filled only with evil regret and detest
Should I use my this key to unlock it
Or maybe I should put it back where I got it
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
You say that you love me
But I know you're a liar
That word love that you say
It burns more than fire
I want to tell you about how I feel
Let you know that my hatred for you is real
You threw me away like trash in a can
So that is when my anger began
So when I think about how I arrived
That's when my feelings of detest come alive
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
You allowed me to move from place to place
I wish you could see the tears on my face
You ripped my heart out of my chest
Now all I feel is anger and detest
I wish you were feeling all of this pain
I'm hopeing that it will drive you insane
Every tear that I shed
It fills me with dread
It easy to say that to me you are dead
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Mom I hate you
This is not something new
You won't hear what I have to say
Beacause it was you who made me this way
I hope you rot in the dark bowels of hell
And you start to cry blood like your under my spell
For everything you have done to me
I will always ignore your sorrowful pleas
My words I write are like a constant knife shower
I just want you to know now I have the power
To let you know I can hold myself up
And that you are no longer my crutch
I can be my own mountain standing strong and tall
I don't need you at all I will no longer fall
Yes you need to be the suffering one
I'm finished with you yes ha ha I won
By Natasha Smith
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC