Why does it hurts this much because the pain is unbearable. Why didn’t he make my stepparents love me. Why didn’t he let me die when my parents threw me away because I have nothing to live for. I looked in the sky after reading the article where they say he is and asked him why didn’t he protect me when all the men rapped men. It talked about how God loves and cares for us and how he is looking after us above. I once came across this article Story on a magazine I found in a dumpster. I was alone from the day I was born and I will be alone until I die. I can’t no longer bring myself to cry out for help because people don’t care. I have been hurt thousands times, physically and emotionally. I don’t need no one to take care of me even the ones I thought loved me threw me away to die. The doctors were gonna send me to juvenile court but I escaped. I once tried to kill myself but I never really died because the next thing I woke up to a hospital bed. Now I sleep in a little box behind some big buildings. I used to sleep in shack with a young pro$titute but she died a year ago after being infected with AIDs because she didn’t get proper medical care. I have got used of being treated like nothing but a toy. Sometimes I ended up being rapped by the lowlives in the street without no one to help me but I don’t care. Sometimes it’s tough living in the streets because there are some people who are striving their way to providing for their family that I end up being robbed after working my a$$ off begging people for money or food. From that day I have been living in the Streets and I’m now 17 years old. I eventually gave up on begging them to let me go back in and I left. I just stood by the porch after she slammed the door on my face and cried silently because it hurts, I can’t take it anymore but my last hope doesn’t even believe me. Leave my house right now !” She angry pushed me out of her house. Īfter I poured my lungs out to her about everything she gave a disgusting look and said ” I knew you were $educing my husband young lady and I’m tired of your sht. I just sat up, went into the bathroom and washed away the sticky things he left my body.Īfter that night, he came repeatedly after my stepmom was asleep and rapped me until I got tired of it at the age of 16 and told my stepmom everything. It took him several minutes to do whatever then he got up and left the room. He wasn’t the first person to rappe me and he wouldn’t be the last. It did hurt but I didn’t cry because I was used of it. I just lied down on my stomach silently as the weight of his body got on top of me. He made me lie down on my stomach, he didn’t force me, I didn’t refuse because I was confused. By that time I was scared of my stepfather because he was an abu$ive parent. I just sat silently on my bed not knowing what he is doing to me. He didn’t say anything to me as he took off my cl©thes slowly. The first time he came in my room when I was eight years old I was confused. My stepfather used to come in my room every night after my stepmom was asleep to fuck me. I remember the day I ran away from home like it was yesterday. They took care of me because of the money they were getting from the government. My step parents who found me never gave a sht about me. I never knew them, I grew up knowing that I was never unwanted. My parents never loved me from the day I was born because they immediately threw me away to a nearest trash hole they could find. My lips are sealed with unshed h©rrible moments of my life. I don’t smile back because in this life of mine I Never had a reason to smile.
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