I don’t mean to be selfish, but my life is a living hellhole. Everyday I come home, scared of my father, because if he finds out about my grades, he will force my hand here.
Some days I wish he would beat me. But he doesn’t. He verbally whips me. Some days I wish I could just run away and be done with my “great” family. If found out I may have depression. And if I told anyone, they would not believe. No one believes anything they don’t see or feel. Something they don’t believe in. Something that isn’t tangible to them. And such describes the […]

