I've burned in coldest ice
And drowned in hottest flame.
I've felt the sweetest kiss
And bitterest disdain.
Descended into hell
And flown into the sky.
Into the darkest depths
And highest of the high.
I've seen the sweet apocalypse
The bitter, empty end.
i thought i can shortly resume my life,so here it goes...note that this is pretty difficult to me.
The story of my life
Damn,I feel like a novelist..okay so...my parents split when i was six...my older sister(3 years older) was already send to study 5 hours away from me...my mom had a really rough life,my father being an alcoholic.when the time of separation came my mother asked me and my sister with who do we wanna remain..being very small of course i chose to stay with my mother.My sister chose to stay with my father,actually she chose that because she was going to stay for study at my father's sister.so i left in tears with my mother over the hill,on foot,living on the country side,to find my uncle,to bring us home,at my grandma.
Since then,i saw my father every once in a while..let me tell u that he's an exceptional man when he's not drunk.The years went by,in this time i saw my sister once or twice in a year.On summer vacations she came a few weeks to the country side and stay with my father,and i went there every once in a while.Many times i cried when i had to take my sister to the train,or when my father banished us from his home because he was drunk...because of that i became more and more shut in myself..i created a shield around myself.
when i was 12 my mother also left to Italy to make money and support us..so i remained alone with my grandma and grandpa.in the country side u must do a lot of dirty jobs,but i endured hoping there is something better for me out there..after my mother left i didn't wanna eat,sleep so i once in a while got beaten by my grandma or grandpa.i never had afriend,a good friend that could be there for me,everyone wanted from me only to listen to their problems.i never told to someone what it was happening to me,i tried to look happy for everyone.in their eyes i had a perfect live,even now people thinks that.nobody will ever know what is really happening in my soul.if only i could find someone to understand me;i have always been a good adviser,but not good enough for me...anyway i kept going on and i studied so at 14 i left to stay at city and go to high school,living at my uncle's.There was a living hell,because i was a stranger in that home and because my uncle was also an alcoholic.
I went over this to,and at the end of my first high school year i received the best news i could have possibly get in my entire life...my sister was coming to live with me after 10 years.well,my mother is still in italy,my father is still drinking,but at least i have my sister with me...nobody understands what kind of relationship i have with my sister,but i'm only trying to get those 10 years back....life goes on!
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