The pain is escalating. Every night I change my sheets because they’re became wet. I sit all day long pretending to be strong in their eyes . I don’t know how long I’ve been praying asking the man above to go Easy on me ,some tell me to go to church to Easy the pain ,but it seems like things are getting worse every time I go church.

I hardly sleep at night tossing and turning, praying and hoping that things are gonna get better ! I sometimes feel like throwing myself under the bridge,or do anything that is going to take away the pain. I think it would’ve been better if in life we had painkillers for every heartache ,sorrows and disappointments we come across.

As we grow things change, happiness is something that we don’t experience in our homes. Growing up as happy siblings to strangers. We’ve became monsters, some are better than others.Homes are no longer the happy places to be, we only wish to leave our homes and never come back. Parents have turned their children into strangers because of Favouritism.