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Sunday, August 15, 2010

For You The Future's Easy,For Me It's Getting Steep



Your best friend says you are such a pushover.

You let people take what they want from you. You let people say what they want. You let people win cause you don't want to fight.

The love of your life dies. You need someone to hug you...Just one single hug. Someone hugs you,but simply,it's not enough.

You are ill,and she's not the right medicine to help you heal.

Your Mom doesn't know...Cause she works away from you,and when she does call and you're not busy enough with studies,and you have the time to answer,all she says is how hard it is to work,how her job kills her, how lonely she is. You want to tell her about how miserable you are feeling, knowing she might understand, cause she went through this too when your father died, but she says goodbye and ends the call right after she asks if you have eaten yet. You check the call time duration, your phone says 3 minutes and 26 seconds.

Your sister doesn't care. She's not aware that you are always there for her...That you will always be. You love her more than anyone else in the family, but she doesn't feel the same for you. She knows... She knows your heart is hurting,but that isn't reason enough for her to really look at you and for once,make you feel like she feels responsible for you,too.

Your aunts don't notice. When you are home, they avoid looking you in the eyes. They don't know what's going on with your life outside the house,and it may hurt to admit,but they don't seem to care.As long as you graduate soon,work soon,bring home money soon...That's what their world revolves around.

Your garndmother is the most caring woman on the face of the planet.Still, you don't tell her. She doesn't want you to have a boyfriend just yet. You are nineteen years old. You want to tell her,but a lot is going on with her life right now,too,and you worry about her. She lost her brother,and she puts up a strong charade,just like you do,but you know that deep inside,every part of her is crushed to pieces--just like you.

You start showing your feelings,your friends start avoiding you. You feel like they cannot deal with your pain,with the pain of your loss because they are not on the same boat. You think to yourself what you would do if you were in their shoes and they were in yours. You answer, you would be there for them no matter what,to help them through it.

Your mind is filled with unhappy thoughts. You feel so alone-left alone,while the world keeps going on around you. Your abruptly stopped living while the rest of the world,even your so called friends, walk by...They walk past you and throw you one sympathetic glance, and then that's it. They go on with their lives as if you were never a part of it in the first place.Within days or a short week,you find out who your real friends are.

You feel the pain flooding your heart,tearing you to pieces. You want somebody to say you're fine like this, that you have the right to mope, to let your heart heal...But no one does.

You cry yourself to sleep,wishing you will one day wake up and see him smiling at you,telling you that you had a bad dream. You curl up into a ball, hide in dark corners, avoid everyone because you are scared you might lose them, too, if you let them see how broken you are.

Because no one wants a broken thing. They would have no use for them.

And that's what you are right now...Broken, useless.

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