My name is Heartbeat, but they call me Heart Attack. Like that is all I am—a problem in the world. They don’t understand me. They don’t know the pain I go through every day; between my family, my friends, and just about everything else that exists on this unforgiving earth.
They don’t know me.
They can call themselves my sisters and brothers, or my friends, or even my teachers and mentors. But that is not what they are. They put me through agony and hardships, never once stopping to give a thought that maybe—just maybe—I have a heartbeat of my own. That it might not just be a name; that my heart can be broken. They don’t notice me. And when they do, they don’t care.
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Lexi Joined: Jan-23-2010 |
I'm a teenager, but a very dedicated writer. Writing is not just a talent that I have, but a passion. It's something I must reach for to succeed. It's my goal, my life, and it's all directed by God. He put this path right in front of me, and I took it. I walk toward Him, for His son is my Savior. He saved me, so I will honor Him in my writing.
