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When I was seven years old my mom met a man. He was sweet and caring, and promised he would leave us, never, he ruined my life forever. It started out good enough, sweet gestures and candy kisses, trips to the zoo and at times, even red balloons. I was actually happy. Mommy laughed and mommy smiled, both she had not done in a while. I was so arrogant to think it would last. The screaming started and the fists flew, she covered bruises, and always had an excuse. With time, this allowed for eve...

It's raining. It's been raining for two days now and will continue to rain for the rest of the week. I'm locked in my room with little else to do than listen to the falling pellets of water hitting the floor right outside my window. I'm locked in my room because my parents find this the appropriate way to deal with my coke addiction, that had me placed in the hospital due to an overdose just two days prior. I'm silent now. I wasn't silent an hour ago. I screamed and kicked and clawed at the d...

“It hurts.” She cried, I think I saw a tear her smile gradually faded but still no one came near. “I want to die.” She yelled, hoping someone would hear they all abandoned her, they didn’t care. “Please help me.” She begged as she fell to the ground they walked over her, never looking down. “I’m sorry, I can’t go on.” She whispered and pressed skin to knife. “How did she die?” He asked after years had passed. “She took her own life.” “She thought no one cared,” he said looking at the ground. ...

That’s right, leave. Pull your pants up without looking me in the eyes and leave like an injured dog with its tail securely tucked between its legs. Don’t worry about me, I’m used to being left rejected in the morning. I know this game-lovemelovemeloveme- until you get what you want, then leave me broken and telling myself that I should have known better in the morning. I’ll shove my feelings in my pocket and wash them away with the dirt stain on my left leg. It may take a few washes, but wit...