I grew up with a family that always fought both physically and verbally. I was a little girl and the oldest. When I was in school all I thought was about the fight my parents had. I couldn't move .. I wanted to cry .. I was powerless.. broken .. I was alone .. all my childhood I spent it alone, never know how happiness felt because I was alone..
I was bullied too.. was call names that I can't forget .. they're stuck to me forever and breaks me apart.. I wanted to be stronger for my younger brothers but I failed. I failed to be strong.. I pushed myself away from everyone including my family. I was in my small world.. a world of darkness.. sadness.. tears .. where happiness did not exist.. I hide myself from everyone. Because they will think that I'm just a sad person or emo like they would always say.. You knew I was sad but why didn't you moved and talk to me? I guess I'm just not important to anyone..
