Everybody has a story .
Some are full of glory,
Some are kinda gory.
But mine has no category.
Mine started when I was eight,
I remember I was running late.
I started to walk and began to accelerate.
I didn't know that I was way past checkmate.
That night my grandma passed away.
Daddy snapped later around midday.
His fist put me into a state of dismay.
That pain would never go away.
For years after I was a mute.
People thought I was weird, no dispute.
One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit.
It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute.
They called me names and I couldnt hide.
I was ten and my feelings were classified.
Everynight I woke up and I was terrified.
Thats when I shouldve committed su*cide.
At eleven I was still recieveing bruises.
I was beginning to run out of excuses.
I was in a fight but my family never loses.
Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his.
I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist.
I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed.
I never knew how I got caught up in this.
Every time I did I got so f*cking ******
At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter.
Behind my back I heard the kids mutter.
I heard the names the said, including cutter.
I made a friend, I hated everyone but her.
Then that b*tch stabbed me in the back.
Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack.
Thats when daddy decided to come back.
This time I knew I could fight back.
Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye.
Then I snapped and I still don't know why.
I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry.
When I leave you better know why."
I entered highschool when I was fourteen.
F*cking hell were those kids mean.
Beforehand I was two months clean.
All I could do is wait to turn eighteen.
Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck.
I remember the chair, and I was a wreck.
Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck.
Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check.
The rope burned my skin.
Stripped it down three layers in.
I was only told that I committed a sin.
No one saw how sad I had been.
But I told them, but they never listened.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Everybody has a story .
Some are full of glory,
Some are kinda gory.
But mine has no category.
Mine started when I was eight,
I remember I was running late.
I started to walk and began to accelerate.
I didn't know that I was way past checkmate.
That night my grandma passed away.
Daddy snapped later around midday.
His fist put me into a state of dismay.
That pain would never go away.
For years after I was a mute.
People thought I was weird, no dispute.
One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit.
It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute.
They called me names and I couldnt hide.
I was ten and my feelings were classified.
Everynight I woke up and I was terrified.
Thats when I shouldve committed su*cide.
At eleven I was still recieveing bruises.
I was beginning to run out of excuses.
I was in a fight but my family never loses.
Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his.
I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist.
I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed.
I never knew how I got caught up in this.
Every time I did I got so f*cking ******
At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter.
Behind my back I heard the kids mutter.
I heard the names the said, including cutter.
I made a friend, I hated everyone but her.
Then that b*tch stabbed me in the back.
Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack.
Thats when daddy decided to come back.
This time I knew I could fight back.
Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye.
Then I snapped and I still don't know why.
I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry.
When I leave you better know why."
I entered highschool when I was fourteen.
F*cking hell were those kids mean.
Beforehand I was two months clean.
All I could do is wait to turn eighteen.
Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck.
I remember the chair, and I was a wreck.
Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck.
Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check.
The rope burned my skin.
Stripped it down three layers in.
I was only told that I committed a sin.
No one saw how sad I had been.
But I told them, but they never listened.
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