Broken

I was 5. that's when she started leaving me. I wondered were I would go,what I would do, and who I would be with. my brother abused me, and my mother neglected me. I was raised by my grandparents. we went rich and I didn't have every thing that I wanted but I didn't care. I wasn't like every body else. I don't have a perfect body ,or perfect hair, or strait teeth, but what I wanted to know was why people were so mean. I mean since I was 7 I have been cutting trying to get help. I was bullied to the point to wearing couldn't even go to school. when I did come back people would ask !e where I was and I would have to lie and say I was sick. but the truth was is that I was actually sick. sick of being on earth. nobody understands the pain I have gone through. life sucks screw what any one says about a perfect life and how everyone can have one, but that's not true. you see the preppy girls at my school think that I'm was below them and think that I will d any thin to get attention from the