Tears were rolling down my face. My cuore hurt, and my thoughts were scrambled.
It was a giorno that reflected my emotions. The clouds covered the sky completely and were threatening to rain, the wind was howling and my family was being ripped apart.
My parents were both suicidal, and were always having what they call “accidents”. One week, I found my mother cutting her wrists in the bathroom. Her blood was puddling on the floor, and she was crying. I called her therapist, who talked her out of it. Again. My father was no better. He tried to thrown himself out the third story window of our house, onto the road full of oncoming traffic. It had only gotten worse over the years. Nearly everyday, I was having to call the police o their doctors. For a 12 anno old kid, this was my normal life.
My Friends always asked why I never spent the night away from home. My response was that I didn't want anything to happen. Everyone knew about their problem, so I never tried to hide it. The student counselor had become one of my closest friends. She never judged me, o asked why my family was so messed up.
My life was a wreak. Once, my parents had had a breakdown. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. I was taken to the upstairs bathroom, where my mother tried to slit my wrists while my dad held me down. Luckily, the neighbor heard my shouts and called the police. I still have the scars from this incident, not to mention quite a few others from different “accidents”.
Today was the giorno my parents had done it. I had come home from school to find the house silent. Deathly silent. I ran from room to room shouting there names. It was the last room I checked where I found them. In the attic, they had hung themselves together. The ropes were cutting into the soft flesh of their necks. They swung slowly, hand in hand. I was Frozen to the spot, my hand still on the door. That's where the neighbors found me. They detto they hadn't heard anything from the house all afternoon. What had brought them over was a scream. My scream, I didn't even know I had let loose.
The police came. They investigated the whole house before they started asking me questions. I was to shocked to say anything. I stayed this way for two weeks. Hardly uttering a word. My aunt had come to stay with me until we could figure out what to do. My health got so bad, that my aunt called a doctor. He advised that I be sent to a hospital, but not any old hospital. He was sending me to a mental hospital. “Just until she is out of shock.” was what my aunt was told.
Sitting in the car outside the house, I felt lost, hopeless even. What più could I go through before I was driven mad, like my parents.
That was three years ago.
It was a giorno that reflected my emotions. The clouds covered the sky completely and were threatening to rain, the wind was howling and my family was being ripped apart.
My parents were both suicidal, and were always having what they call “accidents”. One week, I found my mother cutting her wrists in the bathroom. Her blood was puddling on the floor, and she was crying. I called her therapist, who talked her out of it. Again. My father was no better. He tried to thrown himself out the third story window of our house, onto the road full of oncoming traffic. It had only gotten worse over the years. Nearly everyday, I was having to call the police o their doctors. For a 12 anno old kid, this was my normal life.
My Friends always asked why I never spent the night away from home. My response was that I didn't want anything to happen. Everyone knew about their problem, so I never tried to hide it. The student counselor had become one of my closest friends. She never judged me, o asked why my family was so messed up.
My life was a wreak. Once, my parents had had a breakdown. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. I was taken to the upstairs bathroom, where my mother tried to slit my wrists while my dad held me down. Luckily, the neighbor heard my shouts and called the police. I still have the scars from this incident, not to mention quite a few others from different “accidents”.
Today was the giorno my parents had done it. I had come home from school to find the house silent. Deathly silent. I ran from room to room shouting there names. It was the last room I checked where I found them. In the attic, they had hung themselves together. The ropes were cutting into the soft flesh of their necks. They swung slowly, hand in hand. I was Frozen to the spot, my hand still on the door. That's where the neighbors found me. They detto they hadn't heard anything from the house all afternoon. What had brought them over was a scream. My scream, I didn't even know I had let loose.
The police came. They investigated the whole house before they started asking me questions. I was to shocked to say anything. I stayed this way for two weeks. Hardly uttering a word. My aunt had come to stay with me until we could figure out what to do. My health got so bad, that my aunt called a doctor. He advised that I be sent to a hospital, but not any old hospital. He was sending me to a mental hospital. “Just until she is out of shock.” was what my aunt was told.
Sitting in the car outside the house, I felt lost, hopeless even. What più could I go through before I was driven mad, like my parents.
That was three years ago.
We are going separate ways.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know te don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know te don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
On a starry sky
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My cuore beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my giorno perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The successivo moment
o maybe never
te may sposta on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the domanda remains
Should I sposta on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to sposta on
But my cuore stays persistent
That you'll one giorno turn unto me
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My cuore beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my giorno perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The successivo moment
o maybe never
te may sposta on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the domanda remains
Should I sposta on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to sposta on
But my cuore stays persistent
That you'll one giorno turn unto me