Who care's about my life? I dont think a soul does.

I woke up for school at exactly 7:00 A.M. I threw on my skinnys jeans, my escape the fate tee, and my baggy hoody. I brushed my bangs into my face just the way I like them. Hiding my emerald green eyes. My birth parents named me Emerald but everyone calls me Emma. The day they died is the day my razor became my best friend. They were killed in a car accident instantly and me and my older brother of 10 minutes was shipped off to a foster family. But no one new that they only wanted us for our money and nothing else. After 4 months in this house my brother couldnt take it anymore and he took a bullet to the head. He left me a note with these exact words.

Dear Scar,

Go to sleep, close your eyes,

And dream of broken butterflies,

That tore their wings against a thorn,

You know that pain that they've endured.

Silver metal shine so bright,

Scarlet blood that feels so right,

Dream of that blood trickling down,

And wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight shining off your tears,

As you bleed out the worst of your fears,

So tonight when you start to cry,

Whisper the cutters lullaby:

Hushabye baby, you're almost dead,

You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.

Your family hates you.

Your friends let you bleed.

Sleep tight with a knife,

Cause that's all you need.

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,

You didn't know life would be this hard.

Time to end the pain you hid well.

And down you'll come baby,

Back home to hell.

Dont worry little sister, everyones hell ends sometime and I hope yours doesnt end like mine did. That lullaby is for me and all our fellow people. I love you forever and will for life long be in your heart. So dont cry over me cry over the things that mean the most. Cry only sometimes when life is to hard. No one should lose their twin like you did but it happens and life moves on. Report these people to the police. Have them sent to jail, you dont deserve to get hurt everynight. Im not there to protect you anymore. No more will I be there. Forever in your dreams,

Bruised and broken,

                                    Your older brother James.

So since that fateful day a year ago, I havnt been the same every night im abused and raped. Everday I must hide my face and all of the bruises. My big brother was right he isnt there to take the beatings for me. But I guess I deserve this. I deserve nothing. Everything I once had is forever gone and never coming back. So this is my story and I hope that you will not judge me for my actions but learn to see me from my point of view.