My mum died when I was small, when I was 12 I found out how.
She committed suicide.
When I was 7 my dad died of cancer, i miss him because I actually knew him.
I've been living in a care-home ever since.
I met my best friend Joel there, he's amazing.
But then, he found out his parents were still alive and the care-home were lying to him.
He took it out on me, he physically abused me.
I had bruises all up my arms and ribcage.
He broke my foot by slamming it in the door, I had to wear really long sleeves to cover and I had to lie about how my foot broke.
Because he was my best friend and I love him.
I started cutting, and couldn't stop.
I cried every night, and thought about taking my life.
I was put on ant-depressance.
I was failing at life, and I still am. | |
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