Chapter 1
The feeling of burning came again it course through my vein. My “father” even if he does not deserve the name whip me one more time before a fall to the ground like a ragdoll. I drag myself to my mother picture and hold on to it wish she was here with me. It is kind of ironic knowing that I killed her and wishing I could be with her. I have to make the pack or my “family” dinner . None of my family knows about it or they choose to ignore it I pick up my journal and write down another poem in my book of poems .Shh...listen, don’t you hear?I’m crying, but they are silent tears.I’m crying on the inside so you can’t see all the pain running through me .I cry for you, I cry for me.I cry for the times I can’t,so if you listen, you may hear my silent tears. I drag myself to the mirror to look at the face of death
