Dreaming With A Broken Heart

The feeling is like no other. I wish they’d just leave me alone. They’re always bugging me. I can’t be my own person. Why did God take her away from me? Sometimes I get lost in my own world. They all call me a freak; they tell me I’m useless. I’m never good enough for anyone. My mom wonders if I’m even her son. I’m scared. I hate life. I hate my name. I see things in a way no one else does. I get yelled at for not being good enough. Kids tell me to die already. It hurts… a lot. It's okay to write a sad story, it's not okay when you can relate. When you can relate, it's more sad than the story itself... *contains mild language* Copyright © 2015 by bella zaffino Copyright © 2015 Dreaming With A Broken Heart Copyright © 2015 Cover Photo by bella zaffino All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form

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1. Introduction

"It was as dark as my soul, if I still had one, the devil probably owns that shit now."

 

The feeling is like no other. I wish they’d just leave me alone. They’re always bugging me. I can’t be my own person. Why did God take her away from me?

Sometimes I get lost in my own world. They all call me a freak; they tell me I’m useless. I’m never good enough for anyone. My mom wonders if I’m even her son. I’m scared. I hate life. I hate my name. I see things in a way no one else does. I get yelled at for not being good enough. Kids tell me to die already. It hurts… a lot.

 

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