At school i would always keep myself to myself. I had no friends. Everyone hated me, even the teachers ignored me. I couldnt do anything about it apart from hope for the best, keep on thinking it would all change. Although it only got worse, people started telling me to shoot, stab, kill and hang myself, i never listened to them though. Whenever they said anything to me, i just walked off without a care in the world. I learned that the more you ignore them, the less they'll want to talk to you.
Whenever i was late home after school, my mum would just start shouting at me and start hitting me. The things she would say to me, almost made me cry but i manage to hold back my tears. She would say things like, your not mine, i wish you were dead, you shouldnt be here, ill kill you one day, and other things. Whenever she hit me, i'd get brusies, scars and cuts. She never cared about me, even if i was suffering, she wouldnt care. She only cared about my sister, my dad and herself.
I kept wishing for a change but it never happened, everyday i'd draw what was on my mind/ how i felt. And still, nobody cared, they just shouted at me and telling me that i had traced the pictures, which i hadnt. And when they got the chance they would steal my pictures and rip them up, without a care.
