broken again

broken again

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*warning* this story is going to have swearing, abuse, and selfharm may cause triggering ------------------------------------ My name is Lyric, and i love music, drawing, singing, and writing. And im a 15 year old girl living a hard life. My life in my house isnt good at all. I get abused by my dad and my mom moved out years ago. Plus in school I sometimes get bullied but it's better then here then at school. I hate when school ends because I would have to go home and I HATE HATE home. like last week I couldn't pick up beer because im under age. So what he did was used a empty beer bottle. The glass ones and he just smacked me on the back with it. Just because I was underage and couldnt get it. Everyday at school i always leave my long black hair down, showing my nose peircing, and always wear some kind of pants and long sleeves. All of that just to cover up the abuse scares and all of my selfharm scares.
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For the last month I've had nothing but dark thoughts. I finally decided to speak to someone about it. I went to Mr.Harn and told him everything. All he did was hold me and bring me to the schools councilor. He told her the story I was able to utter. She called my mother and arranged for me to be put into therapy. I spoke with her for half an hour. "You've been through way to much for a girl your age!" She said in astonishment. "I know." I replied. "How are you alive?" She asked with both worry and curiosity. "I honestly don't know." I spoke the truth. How am I still alive?

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