So, there was a boy who had a nice father a lovely mother with a good family, he used to be happy playing around with his gorgeous and funny mother in their little but warm house, by the time his father started to be kinda annoying and not very nice, so the little boy started to have fear of him but he was still happy.
One day the boy saw his mother nice looking with two big bag out of his room, the boy was really confused and he quickly asked his mother, "what are those bags for mom?" then his mothers eyed were shining and her lips started to move and make sounds "son, I have to leave your father and the house, I love you, I'll call you as soon as I can" the boy was in shock but he act like if everything was okay, the she kissed him and took a taxi, the little boy with 13 years just stayed there thinking, not in why she left, he was thinking about how to tell his father that notice, the night arrive, he feel that day like a year. His father finally arrived home and asked about his mom, the boy just could say "she left us dad", after that his father just take a sit and there's no much memories abour that night.
A half year later, his mother called the kid day by day, she said she was in another city, the boy get bored to live with his father and he decide to move with his aunt, everything was okay, but he realiced he had to clean the house, make his breakfast and dinner, and stay in silence when his cousin shout him, it was a hard year until his uncle decide to shut the kid off of the house, but he didn't want to live with his father, so he decide to move with another aunt, he was happy for three months he lived alone in the house.....
Now here is where my story begins, because that happy kid was killed in that year, that kid was me, and was killed by the actions of my parents for their decitions and words, now at this point I used to cry every night just remember all I loose, my mother, my father, my family, but most important I loose myself, every half year I went to my mom's house, that's like 8 hours from here, and all I feel there with her wasn't the same than before, she started to say horrible things to me, and I just started to feel like nothing, my family and people I didn't even talked to before started to attacked me saying that my dad was a lazy and horrible man, and I believed that because my relationship with him wasn't good at all, but then other people just came to me to tell me how my mother lie to me, and at that point I knew she lie to me all this years, because a year after she left me she got married with an exboyfriend.
I don't want to give all the details but, all these 3 years killed that happy kid that used to live inside me, if someone read this maybe will think that I'm just another and foolish teen, but all that words, all that eyed and fingers pointing me like knifes, really killed myself, now I don't trust my mother, I don't anything for my father, and there's 2 years since I talked with my "family" .... I'm fine, but the only thing that KILLS ME every time I remember is all that love I lost, I lost my mother(best friend), I lost my love for my father, and I lost my family, and the nights are now just shadows and memories, but the cold I can feel in my bones is something you don't understand, I'm 17 and I'm trying to become an artist all by myself, I wanted to share this really short part of me just because maybe it's a good way to let go the sadness. You please forgive me for my grammar but I speak spanish.
so, this is a short part of my life not my feelings, if you are a father, a mother, an aunt, an uncle, please please support your childrens, show them how much you love them, don't let the time pass away, and don't be fools, we the teenagers make mistakes but we need support, so don't let your childrens alone.
I love you guys.