all the W's

When did all this change go on for nothing? What people are the ones who REALLY influenced me the most? Why did I start caring about what they thought? Who were they to me and me to them? Was I just a Barbie they thought they could make and brake? Where did I come into place in this story? How come all of a sudden I mean something? This is just another place for me to be something they want need feed on. How can I make it stop so that I am the last one they use and abuse. Although I know I’m not the first I certainly hope to be the last. This force this person is seeking something far beyond what they now of. All stories are meant to end in happy endings but as all of us in the real world now. Nothing ends in happiness………… especially if your one of the people involved in my life. When will they stop this brutal torture? I can feel their eyes staring at me trying to pierce my flesh like daggers. They touches cutting through me as I’m bleeding. It all drips away. The years of my sad painful life are seeping through the slits in my body and this was caused because of them somehow the work through my fake happiness and fine the real tears that hold me back from exploding dying and mourning the loss I know is soon to become mine. The take over from here and the poor victims think that they stood a chance in this place. Little did they know, little did they know. Sometimes I try to 4get it happened that all happened. That it was all just a bad, bad dream but the more I try the more vivid it becomes in my memory why does this all happen to me how can I stop and who must i turn to. i know that if anybody is out there readint this just say something to me. anything. i don't care if u write 2 words or 2 hundred words i need some answers. if i don't then u might as well say bye