Angie hears her mom and stepdad fights. She sits there and cries..and hope it's over. Then she hears a loud gun pow!! She hurrys to the living room and see's her mom laying on the floor..with blood all over. She cries over her mom's bloody body...her mom looked at her and whisperd "help". She called the police and after she hung up. Her stepdad beat her..then rapped her. Then the police busted in. Her mom fighting for breath. Angie to weak to get up yelled "Help, please help" They came to resuce her, too. After her and her mom recoverd. The mom found a new guy. He only beated the daughter...everytime she tried 2 tell her mom he's no trust-worthey and he's rapes her everynight. Angie one день got beaten to death, and had to go to foster home. Soo much pain..she had, for just an 13yr old girl..She thought her new parents would be ok..and protect her..she thought nothing would go wrong and never leave this world. One день her and her foster mom got into..and the foster mom, left Главная and set her house on fire. Her new sister Haley and Her survied...but the rest didn't, so they went to Angie's real mom.....To be counited....
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” сказал(-а) Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” сказал(-а) Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
Ты try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so Ты could feel better,
so Ты could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
Ты need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When Ты look at the night sky, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Ты stop and listen to the wind, what do Ты hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Ты feel the sun on your back, what do Ты think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Ты hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my сердце and soul, drifting on and on.
When Ты look at me, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Ты stop and listen to the wind, what do Ты hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Ты feel the sun on your back, what do Ты think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Ты hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my сердце and soul, drifting on and on.
When Ты look at me, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
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please if Ты need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
please if Ты need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx