I ran
From the anger
From the fear
From their laughs
From my tears
I ran
From the shadows
From the monsters
From their whispers
From their taunting
But they chase
Getting closer
Their breath creating blisters on my skin
Their hatred,  taunting towards the edge
Wanting me to jump,  to leap
So I run
And I never stop
Because they'll never stop
So herein am running from my monsters
Just running

Mommy left Daddy
"It's okay" I told myself "they're just mad.'"
Mommy didn't return for a couple of weeks.
"It's okay" I told myself "mommy is still mad"
A couple of weeks later, mommy came back
only to take my sisters and I away
I was only 4.

It's been two years.
"It's okay" I told myself "mommy and daddy are taking a break"
....Yeah, a long break.
Mommy started drinking from the bottle.
Mommy has been mean to me lately.
I was only six.

We moved for two more years.
I learned a new word today DIVORCE.
I haven't seen Daddy in a while.
Every night, I wish upon a star, hopping mommy and Daddy would forgive each other.
That never happened.
I was only 8.

Is it wrong that I still want my parents to get back together.
At an age like this?
They say that they are friends now.
But those times, that they have, when they're laughing and joking around...
I wish things were like that again.

Is it wrong that i still cry every time,
they argue, yell, and fight?
That I still try to keep the few
good memories of us together alive?

Is it wrong that I
still wish for them to
get back together? At
an age like this?

answer, no
It's okay to cry, to wish, to plead to an unknown force.
For things that you know will never happen...
But hey...
I'm only 15 after all

I need someone who needs me

because my problem is that

I always need someone but they

end up leaving because

no one ever needs someone like...


me