NO ONE KNOWS THE REAL
ME
"Wow....she's so
strong" They think.
Think. Yeah that's right. They think. They don't know.
YOU don't know. How can I be strong?
Here is my story for those of you who do not know it:
May 28th 2012
My parents were on their way to pick me up from school that day.
It was a monday... I won't ever forget that. They were good
people, they didn't smoke, drink, do drugs, abuse me or
anything else bad. My mum was a nurse at the hospital near by us
and my dad was a dentist. We had a really nice house, i was
brought up really well. 1 thing I wasn't taught well, was how
to deal if they were dead. So, I did what many people would do. I
would smash my razors and keep the blades, i would then drag them
along my skin until I bled. I didn't want to be dead. I had
to live, for them. But, I didn't know how I could live
without them. I hurt myself every day. And I do right now. most
people think im strong and don't hurt, but I like helping
people, because I know what it is like to have pain... and I
don't want anyone else to feel what I felt.
A driver hit my parents, the car toppled over and over, my father
got thrown out and the car landed ontop of him, my mother was
inside, neither of them made it.
The worst past was.
I saw it all happen...
It was outside my school oval where I had been waiting.
I watched my parents die.
I haven't opened up like this to anyone at all... sorry for
my venting...