I want my life back

                I want my life back. I cannot even remember what my life was like before I was going abroad. I no longer know who I was or what my life was like.          I no longer know what I wanted to be or what dreams I had.  I was still a child, a child of Romania who kicked me in the ass to disappear from her breast.          One child leaving another child behind. To this day, a child who leaves behind parents, brothers, sisters, and other relatives of whom, nothing is known about their existence—a child who gave up dreams and wishes far too early.          I was abandoned, and I gave up on people. I was deceived, and I deceive people. I was hurt, and I did terrible things to other people. I left so naive and got to live like a robot. A skeleton with skin, but without feelings, just in the hope that I will regain my life sometime. A hope that extinguishes with the passing day.