Long lost words whisper slowly....

Darkness, despair, abandonment, disappointment, these are all things I've grown used to. You wouldn't know it unless you knew me well enough, but I'm nothing but an empty shell. I have a huge void in my life, but I can't say that I wish it away.


I don't cry easily, and my emotions don't come out that often either. I don't want sympathy from you, nor do I expect you to understand.


My past hasn't been a happy past I can tell you that.


When I was too little to understand but old enough to remember it most of my family disowned me for having special needs. I never knew it at the time, but this was only the beginning of the despair in my life.


Later on I lost not only my grandmother, but my uncle too.
Little did they know I would eventually suffer from depression and have to fight it on my own because my parents were so naïve that they couldn't see that something was wrong with their child.