At age 11, I learned not to speak my mind. Nod along. Please others. Be the best. Be the kindest. Be the smartest. I learned to trust no one. I disliked myself. My parents voices still shouting. My siblings fighting there own battles. I tried to be perfect. My mothers love now scarce. Thoughts of running away passed my mind. Something was holding me back. I just wanted someone to see this. No one seemed to listen.
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If Only I was Loved
Short StoryShe was a little girl, a joy, a ray of sunshine. This girl soon grew. And her insecurities poked. Piercing her skin. The Demons seeped through, all those cuts and the bruises. This is her story. About Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia and Suicide. View...
