Born Brokenon december 31, 1992- i was born. born into a unknown amount of family members, a number of which continually was split and torn.
i can't see their faces, my mommy and daddy. i can't hear their voices and it makes me sad. only emptiness lives, a blank wall. and its quiet. too quiet. like a winter's storm, gently it covers the base of my begining memories, quietly it hides the darkness of solace- numberless, emptiness, darkness-
i feel something inside of me- a feeling - this feeling that something is missing- but why? and this wet stuff coming from my eyes.. it tastes like salt- i feel so tired as i cry- why won't they hold me- my mommy and daddy- why do they yell- why do they fight? do they hate me?
1 1/2 yrs
theres another baby- just like me- they hold him- he laughs-
2 1/2 yrs
i hold my little brother- i think thats what they call him- he's crying- mommy and daddy are yelling- mommy leaves- i can't see her anymore. i cry inside. i hurt. bruises from daddy cover