Handwritten Words

Life

As a baby, I was raised by my grandma since my mom was finishing school 

and my dad was working.

Growing up, I was always alone.

I taught myself to do certain things and how to do certain things.

I didnt have any friends

nor anyone to play with.

My only friend was the door that I'd swing myself with.

Around when I was 7,

I got raped

abused

and hurt.

Did I say anything?

No.

Actually, I stayed quiet for 4 years till I was 11.

Life got harder since then.

People kept asking me questions about my past and why things happened.

I just turn away.

In 6 grade, I made new friends that helped me live through these things.

They are still my best friends to this day.

In 8th grade,

I found out that I liked girls as well.

I dated my best friend and fell hard for her.

We broke up and we are still broken up.

I could care less about that right now though.

As long as she's there, I am good.

Though,

Depression did come into place.

I self harmed

I lost a lot of the weight.

I was sad all around

I was just going through the hard times in life.

As you can tell,

I havent had a good life.

But what am I doing?

I'm still smiling.

Why?

Because that's what it took to get out of hell.

Might as well be happy.