Forgotten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you have no one left, sometimes asking for help is a better choice then leaving all your friends and family behind. If you know anyone sad, talk to them; help them out!

Submitted: September 29, 2014

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There is no day passes when i don't think about her. It was only a week or two when i started drinking again. But this time i realized it was different. I was drinking like my mother, before you know.. Died. I was drinking to forget my pain and all my sorrow. But with every ounce i sip or take it just doesn't seem to end. I realized i went from a paved, bright and sunny road, to a road that was broken and it had a sign that said to stop and turn around. I knew i should but i didn't because i wanted to be with my mother again. I knew it wont be long before i drink much more and more. I figured it was a ticking bomb before i get caught. But now i didn't care right now i just want to die. Soon i started seeing cuts on my body i realized i only slept for an  hour or less but when i passed out it hit m hard and fast when i woke up i was bleeding from a cut. I didn't remember doing anything to get it but it just appeared. I tried hiding it but it didn't work. I said to everyone it was nothing just an accident in wood shop.. But it wasn't, what was it i didn't know. When i woke up this morning i realized i had a new one. Why? Is it my mothers ghost to stop me? Am i doing this in my sleep? I cant seem to figure it out all i know is that i need to hide it soon or else i might be questioned. But if i get questioned i will get caught for other things like underage drinking, fights and gang activity i knew i had to find a new way out before i run away, i heard my parents talking it wont be long before we sell our house, well i might get expelled soon from my school but it all depends on how it goes. I wonder if its even worth it. Other days i just wonder if i can run away and leave everyone and everything behind because there is nothing left for me anymore. I used to love this girl once before but i lost her a while ago.. I used to have good friends but they dont get it that i am sick of living and i dont want to talk and maybe just maybe i am doing what is best for them because in the long run it will be better. I hurt everyone i know. All i am is crazy. I used to be all happy when i was brainwashed by this fucked up world but now that my mind is free i realize how much i can do and i realize that no matter how hard i try i have no other way out and all i have left is.. *BANG*


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