I am...

I am from beatings and flaws, from hard drugs and fights.

I am from truancy and child predators that stalk in the night.

I am from people not caring or caring too much.

I am from the loins of my birth parents, who couldn't love me enough.

I am from rape and molest and not trying my best.

I am from Juvie and pain and crying in the rain.

From being bloody and bruised, thinking, "Is this all just a ruse?".

From the woman and man, not giving a damn.

I am from being tossed on the floor like I'm such a disgrace.

I am an orphan who was forced into this god-forsaken place.

And when the time comes, and I finally take my life.

It was the both of you that began my strife.

I want you to know that constantly waiting for parents to save you will only fuck you up more.

When you finally realize there is nothing left to restore.

I am 31 and still wish to the lord above that the monsters that came to create me would show just an ounce of their love...

-Cassandra Holloway