Have you ever been in an abusive relationship. In an abusive family. Are you in one right now. Why were all humans no deserves the abuse our abusers give us. You don't deserve it. We don't deserve it.
Everyday of my life has been......
every evening
every morning
every breathe I take
Every scream i make
Every word I breathe
Everything I do is painful
she makes it painful
she says I make it painful.
I'm so confused
I'm so scared
Who am I
Who are you
Where am I
Help me
please
be my savoir
it feels like everything she says to me breaks a piece me off and no matter what you do to put back to together it will also be a piece of me gone. A piece of my sanity for entertainment. What does that mean for me. Will I be safe. How much longer do i need to suffer.
I remember the innocent moments with her as a child. Playing laughing giggling. What changed. When did it change. I didn't want it to change.
In 4th grade my friend for years betrayed me and started bullying me. Then it got physical when she dragged me by my hair I couldn't move I couldn't stand. And when she punched my face till my nose was crooked. it's still like that today. Although Out 5th grade she and her friends would push me in class. rip all my drawings. What they did left scars. I can no longer trust as easily. I now fear getting hit cause i get the flash back of her on top of me just punching me rapidly till i couldn't see straight.
It stopped last year. She found her group I found mine and we went our separate ways. But My abuser is my sister. somewhere in middle school sh changed. She would say the meanest things knowing i was mentally unable to function. I was so depressed and suicidal she just keep adding on. I was so close that one day to ending it all no one was there. I had a knife i just plunge it in my throat and I'd die of blood loss.
My closet suicide attempt was a few days ago. I don't a point in enduring life like a disease that everyone just can't get rid of. So I'd do them a favor right. I could die and the problems would be gone. Cause i'm the problem
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Dear Diary
LosoweThe picture is a drawing i did on my tablet. It expressing my daily life. Her mouth is sewed because I struggle to speak. Her eyes are dark cause the darknesss is all i want to see. Her horns are my bad luck always sticking out of me. Two bows aroun...
