I woke up with no voice to scream for help when I was seven
I had my right arm trampled on when I was eleven
I began the reoccuring battle of self harm when I was twelve
I experinced the death of my father when I was thirteen
I got sexually assaulted, gave away the start of my innocence, and experienced my first heartbreak when I was fourteen
I officially could call myself not a ****** at fifteen
I found out that my dad was a liar, cheater, and an awful soul and that if I don't watch out, I could end up like him (at sixteen)

And my mind cannot figure out which pained me most.