September 5, 2005

September 5, 2005,

        He hit me. The monster I call dad, hit me. I have a black eye and my dad won't let me go to school until it heals or I come up with a good enough excuse for why I have a black eye.
        I hate my life. I have considered suicide and running away and all that. I'm only 11, I shouldn't be wondering if I should hang myself today or not. I can't have a normal life, never. I can't have a normal life because every time I see someone I wonder if they'll hit me.

Pain in my blood
My blood on the floor
Let me die already
Goodbye

-A.M.

Author's Note

This is more hard core than what happened to me, but I did consider suicide when I was 11