all the broken pieces

not evil, just hurt.

when i was 14 i was thrown out of the house.
they threw me and all the belongings they didnt burn, out into the snow.
they made me watch as they threw all the clothes i washed and folded 30 minutes before,
out into the cold, wet, muddy snow,
as if it didnt matter.
i watched my mother throw the plates of food i set out for them, on the ground at at the walls, because i didnt make it right.
i was in a tshirt and pajama pants, when they push me out the door way.
i dont like to believe that i am evil.
i am just hurt.