Twelve

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Broken and beaten by the ones I loved

Torn apart from the ones whom I called... family

I was twelve

All alone in a cold and rainy world

Trusting no one who came to help

I was twelve

Case workers, lawyers, police, Child protective services, and visitation monitors everywhere

I still felt alone

A warm soul was treated so coldly

Stripped down to nothing but lies and cries, trying to save myself from the life I hated

I was twelve

No one to turn to and nowhere to go

The air was thick and I was suffocating

So i kept to myself so that no one knew that I wasn't the happy person that everyone loved

I was twelve

I wasn't okay but no one knew that. Nobody knew how many times i cried when i was alone

My mind was controlling. Swirling with thoughts and memories of my parents and what my life used to be.

I was twelve

I was ripped out of my house and taken from the only place that i knew.

The only people i had were my sisters. My younger sister was more than a sister to me. She was my best friend. I started raising her when I was two.

I was twelve

I grew up a lot faster than what I should have. I didn't have a childhood and matured quickly.

Isolation. That was my life. Controlled by strict and abusive parents who didn't care what happened to me. They didn't want me.

I was twelve

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