He Cared (Niall Horan)

He Cared (Niall Horan)

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When you're called slutty, even though you wear long sleeves and jeans every day. When you're made fun of, just for the bully's sake and enjoyment. When your sober father dies, and you're left with your drunk mother, what do you do? Those scars on your thighs, on your wrists, on your stomach, those scars aren't fading. And they remind you of your horrible life. Such a horrible life that you believe isn't worth living, just like all of those bullies tell you. And you just want to end it, to just end it all with a few sleeping pills, and to never wake up, but someone's in the way of that. And that someone changes your life. Who is it? Niall Horan. My name is Amy Manning
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- Not completed-Do you ever just sit in your room at night and think about everything? Why you were born, what’s the point of living? Are you even needed in this cruel world? Do you ever just think, would anyone even miss me if I’m gone? These thoughts run through my mind pretty much every night. I lie in bed, staring at my ceiling with tears rolling down my cheeks. Normally along with several fresh marks embedded into my stomach and skin. Nobody would ever know though, why would they? It’s not like my family are remotely interested in me or anybody for that manner. Well, I use the term ‘family’ extremely loosely. My ‘family’ basically consists of me living with my uncle who doesn’t even register that I’m living in the same house as him. He basically uses me for the benefits so he can buy more cigarettes and spent more money on prostitutes. I use the term ‘house’ loosely also, I wouldn’t call it a house. I would call it a two bedroomed shack on the rough side of town

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