as the years go by, i have more counselling, the family feuds gets worse and i cant even escape, my school was shit...every single one of them. i was that kid that always moved around, no not from military background but because of bullying. i was the child that people liked to pick on.
so as the years go by i start to score, a tally chat. how many arguments have i heard today, how many people are gonna pick on me today, how many cuts can i add to my body. i was being abused but not only by others but by myself, i was out of control, i was alone and needed someone, someone like you but unfortunately i havent met you quite yet in the story.
so as the years go by i dived deeper into my thoughts and began to spend more time in the hospital then school due to mental and physical abuse from bullies.
as the years go by i thought i was being broken and beaten down; yes admittedly i was physically but overtime i mentally became stronger and able to fight against those who did wrong, i was able to stand my ground and help not only myself but others that were going through the same issue. i know this sounds like its finally getting better but no, the counselling still continues and ive been completely abandoned from my outer family, i was nothing to them.