Sorry this is so depressing, but I just started writing this about myself and thought I'd change a few thing to fit Artemis' life.
I don't own anything
I AM BROKEN. Who sees that I need help? Who will help me? Who won't leave my side when my world comes crashing back down on me? . . . . . . . . . No one. I thought that would be the answer. I am alone. I am forgotten by those I love. I am the afterthought to a bad joke. I AM GONE. The wind caries me place to place, and I have lost the strength to fight it. Let me be lost in the night sky with my goddess of the moon. May she take me in and make me one of her stares shinning down on the world. But I would need to be a light to do that. I am no light. My soul has been consumed by the hate of my own mind. The thoughts given to me by those I loved became my own till I was no more. I am a shadow in the moons light. Maybe that is why I want the moon or maybe that's why I love it so much. I need something to depend on and the moon has always been there for me. It is my only light in my never ending nightmare. I can stand in front of my father crying, and he won't see me. This happens every day. I don't know when my heart started to break. No it was more like little cracks appeared on my heart, but then they grew deeper till my heart was no longer whole. It was barely hanging on, and then one day I heard it shatter on the ground. It's almost funny but it was my father who broke me. He thinks that he must toughen me up by making me feel like I'm trash on the ground. Like I wasn't even good enough to be alive. I've tried to kill myself, and he thought I was going to sell the drugs I tried to kill myself with at school. What father asks their child that? Well mine apparently. This is my life will I ever find peace?