I am a bitter, cynical, hollow, cruel person.
I lost all the light and innocence in me right after I turned thirteen. I don't smile and I don't laugh anymore.
I hate how pathetic I have become. I hate how He has the ability to take that away from me. I hate how powerless he has made me feel.
I hate that even though I feel this way, I still hold out hope for one day.
One day of leaving this hell I call a home and never coming back.
One day of being free.
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One Day....
Teen FictionSometimes the monsters aren't only in our heads. Sometimes they really do live under your bed. Or in the room down the hall sharing a bed with your mother. My monster is my stepfather. Help me. Used to be known as Meet the new me. There will be rap...
