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Mother punishes me because I am bad. I wish they would leave me alone. I feel so slimy inside. I know after all these years there is nothing anyone can do.
The "false" accusation of one's own depiction. Loss of hope.
It said, “Love and honor thy mother, for she is the fruit that gives thou life.”
I wanted to find my family, and for some strange reason, I wanted to be with Mother.
I stood against the wall and began to whimper until I realized that I had beaten her. I had bought a few precious minutes. I used my head to survive. For the first time, I had won!
school became my only hope of escape.
A relatable statement. Unfortunate.
I wished I could dissolve and be gone forever. I wished I would never have to face another human being again.
if we don’t acknowledge a problem, it simply does not exist.
About a month before I entered the fifth grade, I came to believe that for me, there was no God.
I believed that I was alone in my struggle and that my battle was one of survival.
It's hard to find supporters.
When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a black void.
Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything.
At the core of my soul, I hated myself more than anybody or anything. I came to believe that everything that happened to me or around me was my own fault because I had let it go on for so long.
Blaming yourself for things out of your control. Not the life of a child growing up.
I would have been relieved if she had returned with a knife and ended it all.
Wishing death over living a lifetime of misery.
They look the other way, believing that by not acknowledging their past it will go away.
Repression of your thoughts. Making it go away.
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
"The American Dream"
