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Among the misplaced items in our lives such as: Keys, important documents, and our luggage at the airport, the most tragic of all are the children, who find not only are they misplaced no one even cares enough to look for them. They have been created and the person or persons who created them have moved on--as though they don't exist. Each child is a human puzzle, consisting of the pieces of two human beings. The picture can never be clear to them until all the pieces are assembled. No matter how they try to piece their lives together, to make a perfect picture, they never know if they have it right, because they do not have the overall picture to compare to. They constantly wonder what was wrong with them that they were so easy to misplace. They never feel whole. There is an emptiness, and the insecurity of never really feeling they know who they are. They feel they don't belong. They wonder why they feel a certain way, why they act a certain way, who they really look like, are they normal? When asked to describe themselves on paper it becomes a difficult task to find the words. They may feel they are attractive, kind, intelligent, ANGRY, lonely, sad empty, ANGRY. It is really the ANGER that defines them. ANGER at another human being that could be so thoughtless they could misplace a child and never even look for it. How could the other part of them not find they had pieces of their puzzle missing too? How could the person that created them not feel an emptiness and loneliness such as the child is experiencing? How can they feel complete when the child feels so broken? If that parent knew that in the child's description of itself, its description is: Daughter of Nobody--Son of No One, would it touch his or her heart enough to begin a search for that misplaced child? WHAT A TRAGIC EPITAPH FOR A TOMBSTONE---- MISPLACED CHILD Born to someone, misplaced, and never looked for. |
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All of my friends act like life is so cool. It's not like that for me, I see it as cruel. Everyday living gets harder for me. Is there no way that I'll ever be free? I'm very sure that no one likes me a lot. No one really cares if I'm here or not. I feel so alone and I know that I'm failing. No one sees or cares that my life is derailing. No one asks me "Is there something wrong?" Why can't they see I don't feel I belong? When I'm in a crowd it's like I'm alone Even at home I feel I'm disowned. I'm an invisible person that no one can see. My hurt and my anger are so real to me! I wouldn't be missed if I were not here. I wish I could make myself disappear. I'm so scared to die, but I can't go on! I'll find an escape before it is dawn. "It's done!" Now I'll just go to sleep. In my silent dreams my secrets I'll keep. "HELP!" Someone help me! My baby is dying! I can't believe it......they all are crying! You mean they really cared? Why didn't I know? I've changed my mind! I don't want to go! "Someone please save me before it's too late! I'm loved! Now I know it and I want to wait!" Don't tell my mom that you can't bring me back! I'm here and can hear you and that is a fact! I can't be dead! I'm here in this room! Don't talk about me like I've met my doom! "Mom..Dad, can you hear me?" I'm still here with you!" "I love you so much and you love me too!" "Mom, I'm so sorry. If only I'd known." "This wouldn't have happened and I'd be going home." The question they're asking as they hug and they cry... "Why would our child feel that they had to die?" Dying wasn't the answer...there's was a much better way. But now it's all over and there's no more I can say. your text. |
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