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In my pajams, I lay in the middle of my bed. It was gentle cloaked with as light blue sheet, which then had an old quilt that was not lose it warmth but it's was also torn. My pajams was just a simple white tank top with a pair of red short, nothing expensive or fansty. I could hear the rain fall on the outside, as I could also hear water dripping into several pots that lay everywhere. Only thing on my mind was me hoping that it wouldn't thunderstorm. My blonde hair was faned out as I stare at my white endless cieling. The lights outside were the only sorce of light I had at this time.

I slowly looked over at a picture I had with mix emotions. It was a photo of my mother and father. Two people in this world that hasn't bother to look for me, send me any kind of message, or even think I existed. I looked like my mother. A fragile person with long pale hair, and the brightest blue eyes. I have no idea if I was like her, or if I was like my father. Here in this house, I had no one as company. My eyes were locked at the image of my father on the photo. His tall, slightly built body was something could over look. It was his cmilk chocolate hair, and his dull hazel eyes that held my attention. I was confused by this. No emotions were readable from them, unlike my mother. I quickly turned over before I could shead a few tears.

All I was left to do was to exist. I have no purpose iin life. I just wanted to be useful. I also wanted eeryone else around to be happy. They have no reason to be sad or upset. Their life was better than mine. Way better. I am only here to be alone as I walk through my life with an empty perpective. I knew that nothing could change this thought train. Several had tried, but all had fail. I closed my eyes allowing myself to drift off into a silent slumber.