My prospective of myself

This story isn't for people to vote on, it's the actual story of my life. This stuff happened to me and I live through it everyday. I am currently still in foster care and getting ready for senior year. My life has always felt like a book. Minus the happy ending that is yet to come. I wrote this for myself. In hopes of seeing the strength that everybody sees in me. I don't live myself, no matter how much I let people believe that I do.

Maybe I'll find my hidden strength?

This "story" is VERY graphic, it has details of abuse, molestation, suicide. I was in a very dark place place when all of this happened. There might be some triggers in here.