Shattered, not yet Broken

Well if you can see right there from all the fun and running around that's everyone's life I'm not yet living. Just look down... yup that's me, this is where I go when I need time to be alone. Most of the time I come here at night but I suppose this will help me a little not to be down on myself constantly. I started to feel like this when I was about 8 years old, my mom and I just move to a new town in California and I was all happy and even girly if you can imagine. The first thing when we got there is I asked my mom if we can go to the park like ten times and she finally gave in and said yes. Anyways that same afternoon going to the park I saw lots of kids and I tried to play with them and they ignored me. One of them finally got to the point where he turned around and said "leave us alone we don't like you." and punched me in the mouth and all you see was blood from there. Ever since that one day I went threw depression and hatred with everything and everyone. I wear dark clothes, skinny jeans, band T-shirts most of the time and I have long dark brown hair that reaches toward the end of my back with my bangs in my face hiding my forehead. What I love to do now is listen to music, make my own music and even ride around with my skate board. Most of the time I think to myself and ask why do I torture myself and come back to the place I have been hurt eight years ago. I get up from the bench and kick up my board put in my head phones with the music setting on high and start to ride alone with the wind.