I can Breathe in PeaceI can breathe in PeaceI can Breathe in Peace5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When a heart is cold and the mind is lost, all that is good seems to disappear. It's a truth I had to learn before I understood what it meant. Upon the travels in my head, in a desperate search for freedom in a land of liberty, I realise more then ever that all I ever needed was someone who loved me. But I was blind. I couldn't see where the problem truly lay. My parents never liked me as a child, nor adult. My father left the side of his wife when I could barely speak. My mother was a dirty drug addict and couldn't stay on the ground. She was always too high to care. It was terrifying for me to live through. I have more bruises and bumps then a wrestler fighting for the world championship. I'm pretty sure this mark on my left hand is a spot where I should've had stitches. But of course I've never been properly treated. That would've been my mother showing love and being sane for a few hours. She never supported me.