Hello, you can call me Samantha.

This is the first day of the rest of my life and it might be my last.

Imagine me this day, maybe I wasn’t the best kid in school, and I always felt alone. I didn’t try very hard because I never had anything to work for, and I always dreamed. Dreamed about becoming anything other than I was.

The child abuse that I endured, the **** later on, Was it too much to bear? You bet it was!

That’s when I ran away. The pain was just too much.

No One there

To hold me

Tight

A house

Is not a home

So please

Don’t tell me

That happiness

Is there

When a house is not a

Home

You see that house with the kids playing and daddy is smiling and mommy loving? That is not my home.

Where it’s fun to live, the noise would be too deafening of laughter in my throat.

Where tears are all I knew, so from this day forward I am gone.

To be no more;

She had white Roses in Her hair

In her golden hair

Her crown of thorns

Bloodstains

Her angelica

Face

So torn

Free

Angels

Fall sometimes

Angels

Even

Cry

Where was she to go?

Running away to a nowhere ending,

There were no roses, no violets, and no violins. Only pain and no surrender;

Her mother died at age 10, she thinks in 19 something, her memory wasn’t that good anymore and then the abuse started. All she knew was that her mom had been dying for years and her father was a very angry man. Samantha was the one her father took the anger out on.

Actually her mom died when she was born, and then at three she died a little more, then at seven she died lots more and then at ten she was in the ground.

As far she recalled her mom has been slipping away for years. Slipping, slipping and slipping. The casket just made it official.

She was always just out of reach. So you see she had a ten year lifetime of the inevitable.

When she left for the last time sleeping that last sleep of forever and enduring of five years of her father’s ****** her and beating her.

That day she just walked out!

Samantha did not care where she went.

A short lifetime of regrets, goodbyes, longings and yearnings and wanting love that was never meant to be:

How long does Samantha just keep on dying with her? How long?
As her head lay down next to her mom’s that fateful day.

That’s the day she ran away;

Debbie Brooks 2014