My Tenderheart

I'm 17, but a few days ago I was only 16. My birthday wasn't celebrated. I am a girl walking in her own tormented shadow. I believe my destiny is somewhere out there waiting for my arrival. I have almost no friends. I have a toy who I consider my best friend. Even though he's a toy, he has provided me great comfort. I don't want to believe he is just a toy but the greatest friend I never had. I believe he can actually understand me sometimes and I play with him in my dreams. He's such a good listener. I'm told he's just a toy. But I don't care. He is my toy, my parent, my best friend. Call me crazy but, I really am a tenderheart. I shared my birthday with him. Last night I hugged him tight and I thought I could hear him say to me " Everything is going to be alright." He is my only friend he is what I have left. People hurt me, people laugh at me, people tear away at my tender heart. I really don't care what happens, as long as I don't lose my best friend who was there to wipe my tears when I cried. He's not just a toy, he has meaning, because he saved my life. His softness his emotional eyes literally killed my suicide. He's my little tenderheart. I love him dearly like no other child has loved her toy. When I grow up, he'll always be my treasure. I'll store him somewhere that is close, not far. I'll store him in my heart so we will never have to grow apart.
Cianna300 Cianna300
18-21, F
1 Response Jan 20, 2013

It does get better. My Jemima doll still lives with me, she was my main comfort when I was a young lass. She helped me through 9 years of abuse, then 20 years of counselling, relationships, good times and dark times.
I hope you find someone to talk to, and wish you a Happy Belated Birthday.
Hugs,
a 39 year old girl.