I am apart of a family of 5 in total. I have two younger siblings one is a 2 year old and the other 9. This makes me the oldest. Around here, everyday is the same for me. Being the oldest, it seems like I have it best. I have to admit, I have almost everything I need. Almost. Everyday is a silent struggle for me. For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled inside. My parents don’t have a very stable relationship. Over the years I have been overhearing their constant fights. I sit alone in my room, listening. Each day I hear words that are now imbedded into my brain. My family makes me feel worthless and the words they say to me hurt. It stings. I cry everyday. Nobody know I’m feeling this way. I’m just the “ funny friend” that nobody even thinks to ask If I’m ok. They don’t realize it. They broke me. I’m never happy anymore. Smiling is a struggle. But no matter what, I always go unnoticed. Whenever I try and state how I feel, I’m laughed at. I’m sick of it. I’m all alone. I miss the old times. I miss happiness.