As a child growing up, my dad used to hit me and my brother. Alot. Hard as well. Whenever he got pissed, he would take anything he could find, pipes, sticks, even rulers. Then, he would tie us up and beat us. Sometimes, he would even take us out to a place to leave us there. But in the end, we always forgave him. Cuz he was our dad. After a while, he stopped beating us. But then, my uncle started taking an interest in me. I was 7 when he first molested me. It went on for 5 years. Somewhere in those 5 years, […]
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I just left class saying I had to go to the bathroom. I’m in there now. I had to leave because just looking at everything around me- pipes, rough walls, windows- I can’t shake the feeling of pounding my head, scraping my skin, or falling through the glass with by blood punctured skin. Right now I’m punching myself. I have scrapes all over my arm. For some reason I want people to see, so they know that there is something deeper in me beyond the shallowness of high school. I just feel like such an outsider. All my issues would just be so easy to […]