Where do I belong?
That question has ran through my head for years
Every place I have been, no one has wanted me around
I have no where to go because no one has wanted me to stay
Where do I belong?
No where I guess
You, father have pushed me out of your world
You, mother have shown that you do not want me but want other kids
You, brother who I have had to throw through a wall to get you off me
You, step-father who has tried countless times to get me to do things I have not wanted to do
You, step-brother who has been in my room with out my permission and been through my stuff, who I hate with all my heart
You, step-mother who has tried to hurt me more then once
Where do I belong?
No where
Not at school, for Everyone would much rather make fun of me then get to know me
Not at home, for no one cares enough to ask about my day or feelings
Not in my own head, for it is the thing I am most scared of
Where do I belong?
Not in the land of the living that is for sure but do I even belong in the land of the dead either?

I walk quickly, the rain beating down on my back. It’s cold and my thin jacket isn’t helping any. I see it the place I wanted to be. The shelter, I live at. My house. Then dread hits me hard. My pace gets slower, till finally I stop in the rain. I don’t want to go into that house. That’s all it is. A house. Not my home, but I live there. The people in it, my horrid father and no mother. My only sibling is my brother, and he’s about to leave for college. I’ll be left alone. I put my hand on my right side. The bruise is still blue… Why am I here? Was the only thought that went through my head.

‘I hope father isn’t home but I also hope i am not alone when he does come.’ the thought went though my head. Then the hand that was on my right side pushed a little harder. Yes, what happened last night did happen and yes the pain was still there. The door opens and I see my older brother walk out and hold the door open. “Well are you just going to stand there?” he spoke, his voice cracked, as if he was about to cry. “No Sam, I’m coming.” I said and I walked forward. My older brother, Sam, is leaving. He wont be able to protect me, even though last night he couldn’t protect me. He was out with his friends and i was left for the biding of father’s hands… I never want to go through that again.

My soul
was happy and full of joy
You made me happy
but now your gone
And I’m wishing you were here
I was so happy
one minuet
and the next
you were gone
I never thought that
I would cry till you were
ripped from my life
I wish I could see you one more time
but that won’t happen
My soul
was lit on fire and is now slowly burning away
With every minuet
I am away form you
I wish you were here so
I know that you were okay
But I know your not
because you said it hurts you the same
We could get close again
but I couldn’t do it again
Not the way you hurt me before
My Soul is Slowly Burning Away
Thanks to you