Don't they know what it's like to hurt? Don't they know what it's like to cry? Apparently not, because they make me hurt and cry every day. Don't they know what it's like to feel worthless, to have every profanity yelled at you and make you feel that way? I guess not, because they're the ones screaming the profanities at me. Don't they know that I am human? That I feel emotions just like them? I don't think they do, because they treat me like a creature of hell. But I just take it. Put it in a bottle in my soul and forget, only letting it out through my tears and self starvation. Only letting it show when I am alone. Because I can't show anyone that I'm in pain. With my father gone, I am being what my mother never had. So as they make fun of me, I just hold it in. Because they don't know me. They don't know.
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Writing Prompts (and Random Thoughts)
RandomJust a random place to put all the stuff I come up with, including random thoughts, prompts you guys give me, and contest entries. I started this book a long time ago so if you read from the beginning to now, it's like following me through my life f...
