Life


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1. Why?

I sit here, in my cold room full of cobwebs and spiders, thinking about death. I don't want to live anymore. I had a happy life,full of laughter, but then it became awful and miserable. My mother died,my father became an alcoholic, and I'm all alone now. Why? Why did it have  to be me going through all of this? Why not somebody else? What have I done wrong in this life? I don't have any friends,they've all left me when heard about parents. I guess I never had any real friends...just people who stayed with me because they didn't want to leave and hurt me,but left me in the darkest times of my life. Now everyone's forgotten about me...It's like I was never alive. Was I really? I don't know...

I was born in this world with a purpose. I haven't figured it out yet,but I'm thinking... How wonderful was life when I had friends,family, EVERYTHING! And I lost it... But I can't spend the rest of my life sitting here,thinking...I need to do something,change my life...

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