A piece written by my daughter, Marese She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Tear after tear after tear. No one knows she is crying because she thinks no one cares. She feels alone because she barely feels loved. Her mom loves her with all her heart, but is too busy to show it. Her dad will be torn to see her cry, but luckily he lives out of the country. Her friends care about her, but they are too busy telling their problems that they don’t have time to hear her problems. As she lay in bed, wide awake with tears streaming down her face, she turned to the side; looking at a picture of her when she was 11. She was on a swing with the happiest face in the world. She picked up the picture and said, “Can I be happy again?”
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 02:49:16 +0000