My Parents have fought since they've been married. Well my real dad walked out on me and my mom before i was even 2 years old. I was put up for adoption not too long after. I've been moved around from home to home since then. Finally i eventually wound up in the village of Dundee in southern Michigan. Our house happens to be the largest in our side of town. My dad happens to be a very important person. Everyone thinks he's so great and blahbittyblah. But really, He's not. He's never here when i need him, and he beats the living life out of my mother. Sometimes, I wonder why i was bound to live here. Why aren't they like the other people i've been adopted by? Why didn't they put me back in a adoption center like the others did? They hated my guts.
Maybe it's a punishment from god? If there even is a god, that is. If he's SO great and powerful, Why is he making peoples lives so freaking miserable?
I walked out of my bathroom into my room, and curled up on my bed. I reached over and grabbed my ipod and turned out Never Too Late by Three Days Grace. Don't get me wrong, I love this song. Though this song is definately not about me, You see... It is too late for me. I've bcome a monster whom i can't control. I've pushed away all of the good friends i've had over the years.
I miss them, I miss the old days. Sometimes, I really wonder how my life would have turned out if i wasn't put up for adoption. If my real dad wouldn't have walked out on us. I sighed as the song switched to Fully alive by Flyleaf, And drifted off to sleep.