Nobody knows
Well today the first time in a long time I went off. I let out the girl who was beat by family, boyfriends, girlfriends. I let out the girl who watch her cousin bleed out because of a drop off gone wrong, I let out the girl who was addicted to substances, I let out the girl who dealed substances. I let out the girl who fucked for a place to live. I let out the girl who takes knifes in the back to watch others smile. I let out the girl who was raped before her first kiss. I let out the girl who was drugged and gang raped on video. I let out the girl who grew up to gun shots as lullabies. I let out the girl who had her faced smashed in so many times it was permanent. I let out the girl who carried razors, knifes, guns to stay safe. I let out the girl who drank heavily since fourteen and smoked as well. I let out the girl who went to rehab more times than she’d like to admit.
I grew up having to protect myself and every time I let my guard down something horrible happens. I was raped on a driveway 30 feet from my front door. I was raped by a friend her boyfriend, his brother, and their friends on tape. I was touched as a child by older kids in ways that scar me more than I can even bare to remember.
I grew up listening to death. One gun shot jobs done. Multiple go hide in the bathroom.
I grew up with blood covering my hands from those I loved being killed because they joined stupid gangs for protection. Not their own but for our family.
I grew up with being a punching bag well into adulthood.
I hate crying. I hate feeling sorry for myself. I hate all of it. But that’s just life. And tonight unfortunately she came out and now I fear no one will unsee or hear it. I know I’m the worst person because of my past. I know I’m not worth shit because of it. I know that no matter how hard I try that girl will resurface. I know that no matter what I can not be loved. And that’s okay because I don’t even love me so why should anyone else? I know I’m scum. I know I’m nothing but a pile of trash waiting to be thrown out again.
I hate myself. There is nothing to love in damaged goods. I guess that’s why I try so hard to make others see how amazing they are but at the end of the day that’s not how it goes. They don’t care will tell you you’re wrong. But I want people to see their light. That’s why I talk to everyone I meet and try to compliment them at least twice.
My moose is the only person who i feel like would care if I wasn’t alive. Not that I want to die! I’m way to selfish. More like run away. I’m good at that. Being homeless is freeing . I should know I did it for over a year. I couldn’t ever I have my moose and moose pup and kitty and doggo.
I guess long story short I know that I’m a piece of shit and deserve nothing.











