Nothing Left To Do
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
a/n I was having a bad day and this came into my head lol When I was writing this I felt like it was Shelby mostly, so that's who I'll say it's about…
Sixteen; I'm sixteen and I've seen the world. I've seen the world and its people at only sixteen, but I've seen enough. There gets to be a point in your life when you realize that it doesn't matter who you are, but matters what you are and nothing more. My entire life I have looked through the eyes of someone, someone older; wiser, someone who's seen more than any sixteen year old should ever see, but none the less I've seen it and I guess in a way I'm lucky. I'm lucky because I already know; I don't have to go through life finding out that you can't trust people, that in the end it's you and no one else, because I already know that. Looking back on my short life, I have a hard time remembering what it's like to be cared for, not loved, no I'm not trying to self-pity myself, I know that I was never loved, but cared for? Isn't everyone entitled to be cared for even for just a moment? I guess it's not fair to say that, my father cared for me, but then he left. He left when he said he wouldn't, promised he wouldn't. Not saying that I blame him, cause I don't, he just couldn't stay there, just like I couldn't stay there, but at least I didn't try and pretend that I could. People used to look at me; they would tell my mother that I was beautiful, that I was like a porcelain doll. What they didn't see was the chips, the tiny chips that began to scar me; even as a child I was damaged. Now, all that's left are the tiny pieces, I have been broken, I have been broken then stepped on until there is nothing left, until there is nothing left to do with them, nothing left to do...
