i did it again, i’m just sitting here waiting and wondering how is it, in all this years you never realize the marks on my arms, or the blood on my clothes.
i wonder how would you feel is you knew that every single cut i make myself is because of you mom.
it really doesn’t matter anymore. Im just tired.
im just waiting for something that tell me that is time, that i should cut deeper and try to sleep.
I don’t know how to live my life anymore. Everything is so fake. I had to live almost eleven years hiding the fact that he harasses me, trying to rape me every chance he had. and I got through it for myself.
I try to be a better person but still feel that no one understands. Everyone tells me why I’m not happy? How do they want me to smile if I live with the constant reminder of what he did to me.
She say I’m weird, I should live somewhere else, not at home with my brothers infecting them whit […]