Up and Down, Around and Around

My Story

[⚠️Trigger Warning: Dark. Childhood trauma, abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, eta.]

The things that happened in that house.

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I knew he was trouble from the start...
But no one ever listens to the stupid little kid.

The dreaded step dad. That ruined my life. And everyone else's around.

Parents fought, got divorced, just a toddler, then a step dad?

It was a confusing and stressful time. Honestly I'm glad my parents are divorced.
But if I only knew what would happen...

They met.
Made us move.
To a tiny town.
Stuck in a old house, trapped with them.
Struggled in school, so behind.
Met the step siblings.

...

The things that man did.
The things that man deserves to happen to him.
The karma. The pain.

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I course I won't say his name. But I will always remember. The things he did.

Others just push it away.
Say "it's fine" now.

But that doesn't take away my pain.
The innocent kid that was killed.

Destroyed by it.

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For

10 years.

10 years.

10 years.

10 years.

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And they just forgot!?
They just push me away!?
Expecting me to be okay!?
AFTER THAT!?

H-how?

My own family... pushed me away.
They don't even know me.
They don't care.
They don't try.

I was just an innocent kid.
Ruined.

A perfectly good life.
Torn apart.

They just forgot!?

What the FuCk!?

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Now I can't even remember...
My own childhood.

They say the mind blocks out the painful memories...
But then, why do I only remember the bad?

What did I do to deserve that!?

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Yeah. Thanks for the trauma. I'm so strong now.

It's not like I get emotional about the tiniest things.
It's not like I'm stressed 24/7.
It's not like I get so depressed I have suicidal thoughts.
It's not like I get so angry I want to hurt or kill someone.
It's not like I'm unstable.

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"My child is perfectly fine-"...

They say...

As that child has suicidal thoughts on a daily.

[not anymore. But they still pop up]

Even teachers, the principal and school counselor noticed.
But did nothing...

They call me weak.
But they were the cowards.
Did even try to help.

I couldn't focus on school,
But I dreaded going "home"

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Things that happened in that house,

-All my older siblings being away, leaving me unprotected.
-Family members knew it was bad, but never cared enough to step in.
-That time we photographed a ghost. (I feel like even the spirits left that dreadful place)
-Psychopath step dad (literally was bipolar)
-Dog being taken away (my breaking point)
-Yelling/fighting.
-Crying myself to sleep.
-Depression.
-Death threats.
-Actually murder attempt. (And he still wasn't arrested)
-Arson. (Stab in the back)
Eta...

Yet he's still free!? Wtf! Come on! Really police!?

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Yeah. So easy to forget? Huh.

Every "normal" childhood.
No wonder I'm so "normal"

He's still out there.
Never was arrested.
Not in jail.
Not in hell.
Where's the karma? Huh!?

—

That bastard is still free.
Fuck america.

I spiral into a dark place if i think about it to much.
And I definitely think about it to much.

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Of course I wouldn't say his name.
Of course I wouldn't...
I would never dox someone.

Except him.

Brian... the fucking bastard Etheridge...

Here's to the karma he will get 🍷🥃 *cheers*