Sorry for being: Semi-nice, Caring, unloved, misunderstood, abused, depressed, and caring for people more than I care for myself.
Sorry for the scars all over my arms.
Sorry for all the blood and tears I've shared through-out the lives I've been alive.
Sorry for suicidal thoughts that go through my head.
Sorry for being wary, sad, aware, cautious.
You don't know me. You haven't been in my shoes. You haven't gone through all the pain and hardships I've gone through. So how dare you call me a b***h. How dare you call me a freak and most of all how DARE you compare my life with yours.
I'd love to see you go through all the s**t I've been through, all the embarrassment, the rejection, the pain.
My mother doesn't even like me... I've raised myself all my life, I've practically raised my siblings.
My mother is a Drunk, who takes her anger out on me. I go through all the s**t you go through, I go through twice as bad.
So, you wonder why I'm sad, depressed and cut myself. There is your answer.
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