Cannot

A Story by Haylee Davila

Some unfortunate events

Though I am young and possibly naïve, I cannot deny what my eyes see; I cannot deny what my heart feels. Nor can I control where my mind wanders. In agony I look at all these situations surrounding me, the ones I cannot control. It pains me to know that what I used to know, will no longer be. So I ask myself one question; when did my family become so broken? When were we so far deep in our lies it became the only thing we did know? As I lay here in distraught, I question; where we you? Though the blame isn’t on you.