I hate talking bout this...
When I was 3 my...own mother tried to drown me...my dad called the cops and she was arrested...when I was 7 I was sexually assaulted by my step dad...and he told me not to tell nobody...so I kept my mouth shut...then..when my "dad" told me to go to...the room...to get him a drink I didmt want to...so...he burned me with his cigarettes...it hurt...I cried so much that he slapped me...so hard that I banged my head on the edge of the kitchen table...he just walked away and I went to my room...then at 10 I was bullied..and I didnt tell anyone...I just told a friend and she got me in trouble with the kids who bullied me...they used to call me
"Freak" "pathetic" "weirdo" "emo" "bitch" just..ur topical name calling...so I got stabbed by one of them...the other kids just held me while the just laughed and started kicking me...when they left I just stood in the hallway in my own blood...my friend called my mom to come get me...I told her what happened..and she just looked at me and said it will be okay...but it wasn't...at 12 I started cutting...I just couldnt take it anymore and grabbed some siccors and just started to cut...my mom didnt noticed and if she did I would always say it was a cat...she believed me...and eventually we moved and my mom remarried...my life was happy! Well the most part...at...15 I OD...and I went into a coma for 3 months...and when I got out of the hospital...my ex...raped and almost chocked me to death...so I didnt tell anyone...about my past...but its okay...I mean i still cut and shit but who doesn't...?
