Not Alone

Our houses were filled with misery and hatred, no love, no understanding. We had no one to turn to except each other. We suffered the same; parents telling us they are "Tired" of us, "Ashamed"... "Done" and "Giving up" it hurt beyond all imagination, we fell to the ground crying in each others arms. One day we planned to run away, to be free and be loved without worry; a year went by. When we face out parents again we pray we will see something there, behind their dark brown eyes, something there that exceeds all we can dream.