"Just because the scars have healed, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
They hurt me.
She physically hurt me.
She left those scars on my body.
They were small but they hurt.
She hates me. I stink.
I suffer.
I was a horrible daughter and it's pretty clear they don't want me. Why din't someone just kill me? Why am I still alive? Cause I'm a coward and I can't hurt myself.
My sibling is so much luckier. God, I hate this. R has helped me a lot. But she can't rub those marks from my skin. She hurt me, my own mother. So painful. There are marks now. I'm a worthless bitch.
I am such a waste. Enjoy the movie you went to see, mom and dad. Must be better than the movie I'm watching called, "My Life."
"Whose gonna be the first one to say goodbye?"
~A
