This is me

I was born in Florida and raised there for 11 years. I did live in a broken down school bus for a year and a half. The whole time I was growing up with neurofibromatosis. I fist grew it on my face before I started pre-school. I was always told I was a smart kid. I knew I was different from everyone since day one. Even when it wasn’t that bad I knew it was different.

One day I was eating and bit the inside of my cheek. Blood went out everywhere. My face worsened. I new I was. I was afraid to go out in public. A four your old boy not able to smile because everyone was staring at him. I was never happy I new I was different… The whole time. I was made fun of. Not so much in pre-school and kindergarten. You see. My family was lucky. They nobody in my history has this disease. Around kindergarten I was going to have a little sister. I was so happy. But she died before I met her from heart failure. A little afterwards saw a man get shot. Then people ran up to him and finished him off by beating him to death

First grade hit.I was made fun of more than ever. Never knew how to handle it. I then grew a tumor on my entire left leg above the knee. I asked for a operation for my face. I was hooked up with one of the best surgeons in the U.S. During my operation I woke up. In the middle of it. I was then knocked into a coma for 6 months from shock.The operation failed. Worked for a little while…but then a few years later. It came back. But this time I got one under my eye. I had to repeat first grade because of it. I am trying to keep this short. So I will skip the entire hurricane category 4 out of 5.

The summer I was about to go in 2nd grade. my mom. She was beaten almost to death… In front of me. that same man did so many things to me too. I slept in a closet. I had to lift weights everyday for a “punishment” even though I was good. If I dropped the bar or struggled he added more weight. I was taken in foster care. That family HATED me. And when is say hated I mean it. They were in it for the money. I was locked in my room. No light. No…nothing. Not even food. The school fed me. These people beat me. everyday. Every second they could get. Then they lost custody after 4 years. I was then put in a new home. It didn’t take them even 4 months to give me up. The next. 3 months. The next. 5 months. And now. I am with a new family. And all these families have beaten me. I am not even wanted here. I found out my heart rate is all messed up. They were looking at it. Then a few months ago. I had a seizure…I went to the doctors and told them whats going on. My parents wouldn’t take me without the school threatening to arrest them for neglect. The doctors think I know have a tumor on my heart and/or brain.

Now I have all these MRIs and have to wait for results.

So make fun of me. go ahead. I heard all of it. yes… it hurts. Yes. I want to fucking die. Badly. really bad. But I promised someone really close I wouldn’t.

But if this happens to take my life. She will be heart broken too. So make fun of me. I can be at the point were I can just go to sleep. And never wake up. ever again. Dead. Gone. Forever. And you were assholes. So I died miserable. Because of you.