Running from beatings.
Suffering from depression.
Crying out for help and no one there.
Not having food to eat.
Wishing I was dead.
Struggling with sickness.
Being talked about and being prosecuted.
Being burned by my own.
Constantly in the hospital.
Being afraid to live.
Recovering from broken bones.
Walking the cold street looking for a place to sleep.
Losing my mother so young.
Waiting for someone to adopt me.
Being homeless staying in shelters.
Having children prematurely.
Drinking so much alcohol to hide from my problems.
Always getting in trouble.

But after all that I've been through I am here, I am still standing through it all. Nothing stopped me, Yes I have fallen, but I got back up and still fighting like a winner.