teethinthedark

when i was about ten years old i realized that i had a problem.
the littlest things in life never seemed to pass by, which just made it even more of a problem when my parents fought every night saying the worst things to each other. how can they love each other? they don’t thats why the got a divorce. YEARS later and i still cant get over it. but neither can they. since then my dad has been remarried and my mom still has the same boyfriend that ended there marriage. but about the small things…. on a summer day i let my younger brother ride my bike that was way to big for him. He didnt know how to use the breaks and fell down a hill and split his head open. It was my fault. This was the first time i ever attempted or thought about cashing in. i went to the very top of my roof and was going to jump. i stood up there for a few hours about to jump and my memere came outside so scared and talked to me. my memere was my confidant. i could tell her anything and she would listen. she spent hours telling me about her childhood and i just listened. we both listened. she understood me better than anyone else i have ever met and i miss her more than anything in the world. thank you for saving me that day memere.
but where are you know? who will save me know?