I'm bored so I'll write a quick poem:) This is ALL true apart from the end. I just want to tell everyone that suicide isn't always the answer though at the time it seemed right. What really happened was my carers made me see a phycologist he gave me pills and things and now I'm living a perfectly happy teenage life though I can never rid of the memories that still haunt me. Stay strong people! It will all work out xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I remember a few years back,
When I thought I had it really bad,
I'd heard that my dear mother had died,
And there was nobody to hold me when I cried.

The months that went da were full of despair,
I struggled to carry on, there was no room for air,
Then before I knew it even my father has dato up,
I was put into care, there was just no hope.

I was all alone in this big scary world,
I was just a young and innocent 10 anno old girl,
My world was slowly breaking, dimming,
But little did I know it was just the beginning.

I got adopted, I got a new home,
But somehow I was still all alone,
There was nobody around that really cared,
At the age of eleven I was frightened and scared.

Then came the abuse, the bruises and beats,
Every morning I was to wash the blood off my sheets,
But then they got taken away,
For what they did to me, they needed to pay

Then at twelve I made a best friend,
But even now I had hit a dead end,
Lucy Middleton moved away,
Yet another giorno of dismay.

But then something happened, I actually felt happy-hearted,
For the first time in years I was simply delighted,
My crush had asked me out on a date,
My bad feelings were melting; no più sadness, no più hate.

The months went joyfully flying by,
I loved my dear boyfriend Kai,
I was the happiest I'd ever felt in my life,
He told me that one giorno I'd be his wife.

He was amazing, every girls dream,
Whenever he saw ME, he would beam,
But then one giorno he broke my heart,
And I felt like I was being ripped apart.

Nothing mattered to me any more,
Nothing could rid me of the sight I saw,
My beloved boyfriend, my last hope,
With another girl, and I could not cope.

What I would give to be beaten again,
I wanted to feel bloody, I wanted to embrace physical pain,
This I felt distracted me from thoughts,
Because I knew there was nothing to gain from the Amore I sought.

The memories began creeping back,
My mother, my father, the way they'd gone with a crack,
The pain of my loss felt too unreal,
Then I knew I would never heal.

There was only one way to end this constant agony.
..
I knew what I had to do.

I held the shaking coltello to my chest.
..
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.........
No più torture.

Peace at last