Pain: Tristan
Private Journal
January fifth
10th grade
Tristan Anthony Stone
So many feelings fill me up, anger resentment, sickness and grief. All for myself, which I allow no one to see. I bottle it, hide it, and store it away. Only to let it fester away, at my heart, at my soul, and at my mind as well. I allow these feelings to rot in me. Filling me with sadness insomnia and fatigue. I was not wanted, not loved,and never adored. I was pushed aside and kicked on the floor. Anger fills me making me bitter, all the ‘has been's and could have been's’ racking my brain like a constant flood of rain. Filling me with hate and tears that stain, I want to trust God has a plan. But was there ever a plan for an accident, for a failure, for the unwanted child that just fills space, and brings his family nothing but pain?
January fifth
10th grade
Tristan Anthony Stone
So many feelings fill me up, anger resentment, sickness and grief. All for myself, which I allow no one to see. I bottle it, hide it, and store it away. Only to let it fester away, at my heart, at my soul, and at my mind as well. I allow these feelings to rot in me. Filling me with sadness insomnia and fatigue. I was not wanted, not loved,and never adored. I was pushed aside and kicked on the floor. Anger fills me making me bitter, all the ‘has been's and could have been's’ racking my brain like a constant flood of rain. Filling me with hate and tears that stain, I want to trust God has a plan. But was there ever a plan for an accident, for a failure, for the unwanted child that just fills space, and brings his family nothing but pain?
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I wrote this one day when I was feeling very connected to Tristan, weird I know, but all of my characters are a part of me. Different circumstances, but some part of my characters are a part of me.