bengbengchicken
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my teacher said i should go into creative writing. i dont think so. She said i should write something and ask people how they feel after reading it.
well; i wrote this in 3 minutes, just so that i can procrastinate my Algebra Homework (=
I lay here, beneath the blankets, hiding from the world. I embrace a stuffed toy, thinking that this is only a dream. I feel like a young child again; just hoping that nobody will find me. That I will ignore it and it will all go away.
I feel so much pain. So much pain from the man I call “dad”. He, who was once the happiest father in the world, is now fully changed. Father carries a Bible around, hoping he would change the way I see the world. The man who was once a man full of smiles is now the stormy rain cloud on my sunny day. Bringing gloom and sadness wherever he goes. He was the hero I looked up to, the man that was so fun to be around. Now, I don’t know who he is. Should I even call him “dad”? He is nothing like what he was. I don’t know this man who put God before his family. Even when his only daughter, me, feels like dying because she is no longer happy with the way her life is. “Hurt all you want”, he said, “I’m still going to teach you about God.”
Here I am with stinging eyes, trembling hands, and a face so wet from tears, wishing to have him back. My hero, my father. Just to have him love me, for once.
So, I lay here, beneath the blankets, hiding from the world..
Comment?
well; i wrote this in 3 minutes, just so that i can procrastinate my Algebra Homework (=
I lay here, beneath the blankets, hiding from the world. I embrace a stuffed toy, thinking that this is only a dream. I feel like a young child again; just hoping that nobody will find me. That I will ignore it and it will all go away.
I feel so much pain. So much pain from the man I call “dad”. He, who was once the happiest father in the world, is now fully changed. Father carries a Bible around, hoping he would change the way I see the world. The man who was once a man full of smiles is now the stormy rain cloud on my sunny day. Bringing gloom and sadness wherever he goes. He was the hero I looked up to, the man that was so fun to be around. Now, I don’t know who he is. Should I even call him “dad”? He is nothing like what he was. I don’t know this man who put God before his family. Even when his only daughter, me, feels like dying because she is no longer happy with the way her life is. “Hurt all you want”, he said, “I’m still going to teach you about God.”
Here I am with stinging eyes, trembling hands, and a face so wet from tears, wishing to have him back. My hero, my father. Just to have him love me, for once.
So, I lay here, beneath the blankets, hiding from the world..
Comment?
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