Growing up, bleeding was never an option, crying never a thought. Even thou I was a child myself I was the one they looked up to. The one with all the answers. I had the weight of two lives on my shoulders and nothing to help me support that weight. I fended off the wolves who sought to tare them apart. Risked my own safety to ensure theirs. Did what it took to keep them safe from harm. I gave up my childhood to protect theirs. Years have passed and they have grown. The two little ones I cared for have started their own lives. They have long forgotten the strife of their youth and I would not want it any other way. But now I am no longer needed in their lives. I am not the hero I used to be. In fact they resent me now. It does not matter why. The only thing that matters is now I am alone. All I do is bleed. All I want to do is cry.
