I’m losing my grip

I’ve told you her story now I’ll tell you mine. I’m Angel and I’m 13, I’ve gone through so much though so don’t judge me on my age. I’ve been raped and beaten, I’ve been hated on and abused, both physically and mental, I’m suicidal and I cut. I’ve gone through so much and I don’t understand why I’m here anymore. Why do I have to live on this earth full of haters? Anyway, when I was 10 I was put up for adoption and I was taken in by a family in Louisiana. They were okay, for the first week. They had 5 other kids besides me though. The youngest little girl who was 9 at the time was always stealing my food, that’s okay, I rarely ate and if I did I threw it back up. The slightly older girl who was 11 made fun of me for being on the small side. I went to school wearing clothes much too big for me, no one looked my way. When I got home I was hit for being smart and burned by cigarettes, and called names like fag and whore. I didn’t mind, I mean words don’t hurt, right? I found my first love, she was a girl, sadly, which added more names to the list. It hurt,  she taught me to cut to make the pains go away, so I did, but she cheated on me and then ended up dying, blood-loss. My real family readopted me, but the damage had been done. When I came back to New York a 51 year old man almost raped me, it’s been in the news about the man who tried to rape an Orange county 13 year old girl, hey yeah that’s me. So, anyway, I cut and I’ve tried to kill myself so had my new girlfriend, but we are helping each other win this fight.  We will win our battles. I will survive.