At age 2,
I learned what abuse was when I seen my grandfather hit my mother.
I still remember the tears in my mother's eyes.

At age 5,
I was made fun of for the first time.
To this day I still remember that day and how insecure they made me feel.
Their words still echo in my head sometimes.

At age 9,
I got called fat,
So I started skipping meals.

At age 11,
I cut and burned my skin for the first time.
To this day when I look at myself in the mirror I can still see those scars.
Little did I know that one cut can lead to mortifying addiction.

At age 13,
I almost lost my mom to cancer.
I told this girl about it and I was called an attention *****.
To this day, I think twice before I even speak.  

At age 14,
I realized what I was doing and tried to stop the destruction of my own body.
But it was too late; I had already built so people walls around my heart that I could even break.