ito po ay copy right lang sa google ito ay gawa ni jessica at gusto kolang ipakita ang pag ibig ay gaya ng bulaklak na tunay minsan nalalanta 6 years ago I was abused. My parents got divorced cause my dad threw my mom across the hall and she hit a wooden toy box. My sister got choked against a wall. I tried to stop him and he pushed me down.My sister's actually my cousin but her parents are dead and in a looney bin. I am his only daughter. He's changed. He's remarried. He promised me if he ever got married I would be the first to know. I didn't know till I got a text. "She said yes!" My mom's boyfriend hits my sister and the government got into it. Oh so much help. Now today I come home everyday to verbal abuse called a bitch or fat ass. Then my mom wonders why I don't talk to her. Today, Halloween, I went to school with make up on. I cried on the bus. The gym. Health class. Everyone saw. Then at lunch I talked to one of my friend's mom. I busted in tears. Saying everything. In front of 2 girls with big mouths.
What do i do? I fake a smile. EVERYDAY! And now it seems I can't put it back on. Dad doesn't care. Mom doesn't. I want this to end. I am a failure. I feel worthless. Like no one's there. Does anyone know what I feel? I need to know there's someone. Anyone. Who feels this. Feels ugly. Fat. Scared. I try to talk to mom. She doesn't listen. She won't even try. I just want someone to know this. I do talk about it! Maybe one day she will read this and understand. I go to school and look around to see a bunch of skinny beautiful girls who think their ugly. But yet I look at myself and look like crap. There's this guy who tells me I am ugly. He cusses me out. Calls me a bitch and that no one likes me. He thinks that smile he sees is real. What if he came home to what I deal with?
Sister screaming. Mom yelling. "Step dad" watching. I tried to stop it once. It didn't end well. I walk to my room and sit down. I heal myself with the help of this website and music. My 2 real true loves in life. You want to know the terrible part? I'm 12. In 7th grade. I cry myself to sleep. I want to throw something across the room all the time and yell. Kick my legs. Raise my voice. Make a mess. And watch someone clean it. Someone! Is anyone reading this? IS THERE SOMEONE OUT THERE LIKE ME? PLEASE JUST LET ME KNOW! Anyone..yan po ang sinasabi pong copy right ko na maganda............=)
