When I was five and fell off my bike, where were you?
When I was seven and had a bad dream, where were you?
When I was twelve and girls were mean, where were you?
Well i’m fifteen now and i’m dying.
Where are you?
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I used to ask myself this all the time. I’m much older now and I realise that sometimes we have to carry on forward on our own two feet. We all wish we had someone to help us up after falling off our bike, to cuddle after a bad dream, to shoo away the bullies a#sholes, but oftentimes we only have ourselves and we must be strong to do this on our own.
You are fifteen and dying, but you shouldn’t have to suffer this all alone. Have you anyone to confide in, at all? Well, there’s always the people on this site.
I really do wish you the best. Take care.
Thank you, i’m trying so hard to get better and be strong by myself but damn it is hard.
I’m exactly the same age as you and I find myself wondering where my parens are. The thing is, i’ve learnt to accept the fact that they aren’t coming back for me. I had my suspicions that they could be dead. A year ago I had gone around my town and searched and tried to get some information about my parents but I was not so lucky. I had only found out that my parents had indeed died. After hearing this I realised that maybe my past isn’t what defines me but what i become in the future does. I’ve given up on finding any real family member because to be honest with you, I don’t want to know about my past. There are just somethings you don’t need to know. Sooner or later you will come to the realisation that you do not need to depend on anyone and no matter how much you long for someone who has been missing in your life for so long, you are on your own eventually but realising it sooner is what makes you stronger than the rest.