ever since i was born, my parents would always argue. one day, when i was say about 7? my dad got mad at me and my mom because we wanted to go to a party, he trashed the whole house (our house only had one room) and we left , my brother trying to defend my mom , my mom crying, my broken mirror, no my broken door, my living room trashed. while i was sitting there, crying and screaming. i still remember everything and it hurts me and knowing that i tried calling the cops on my own dad. i remember at my cousins house after the argument, my aunt asking me if i think he’s going to hurt me. what am i supposed to say? she literally forced me with an answer not knowing my how much pain i was hiding. i was ONLY 7. everything hurts me and reminds me of it, screaming, my friends yelling my name hurts me, someone tapping me. friends always ask why i flitch, i just say oh just idk im a scaredy cat. my parents are still together, i wish everyday they stopped being together. they argue everday. i cant sleep at night because of the yelling. i live in a small house so mhm. i hate my life, my families broke, my families broken, my sister left me, my brother and me are sticking with each other, i hate myself.
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