Alone broken tired traumatized physically mentally socially Abused damaged Scared Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide
Words to describe what my dad did being one of them my mom tried to stop him but it was to late
Bashing, beating the living hell out of me, slitting my throat then telling the abundance that I tried to commit suicide, calling me names like whore, Slut, tramp, hoe, nobody, dumb ass piece of shit good for only sex, go back to the hell hole you came from, your a worthless piece of shit i wish you were dead those are just some
All sorts of different things run through my mind as I walk through the front door of my new house fear being one of them
I was covered in black from head to toe my body was bruised and broken ashamed of who I am my heart physically hurts I'm terrified of my father
I constantly live in fear he left not only physical scars but an emotional scar of violence, isolation ,misery, and sorrow that will last forever
I'm damaged I feel like a worthless piece of crap, useless sometimes scared and alone nowhere to go
I hate getting flashbacks from things I never wanted to remember being hurt by the person who you thought would never hurt you and was supposed to fix your broken heart catch you of you fall is the worst feeling in the world
The feeling of loneliness. I remember the horrible horrible memory of him very well he has physically,mentally and socially abused me since I could remember.
I'm angry at him for a lot of things I'm scared and i feel empty sometimes I feel like the only way to take the pain away is to die
My name is Jade Rebelo i'm 16 and I'm moving in with 2 guys one is 18 and the other is my mom's new husband i saw them at the wedding but i didnt meet them i'm a i'm 5'5 thin brown eyed girl with blond hair
I'm a pot head When i was 14 years old, i began using drugs, including alcohol, pot, cocaine and LSD. I also shoplift. When i vandalized school property by starting a fire in a bathroom, i was expelled from school and I moved to California with my mom at 15 .
When she was 15 years old, i left home when I turned 16, supporting myself through petty theft and drug dealing a drug dealer. Meth, cocaine, ecstasy, pot, GHB, Special K. You name it, I have it, I sell it. I experience loneliness, depression, and suicidal ideation. i attempted suicide by trying to overdose on cocaine i am 16 i moved back home and now I'm moving in with my stepbrother and step dad
