beaten since i breathed

Things in life aint always quite what they seem there's more than one given angle to any one given scene so bare that in mind next time you try to intervien on any one given angle of any one given scene - My name is billy

My name is billy

Ive been beaten since i was three. I dont blame my dad tho, i understand why he does it. My mum died when i was little and he just sorta take it out on me. He's not a bad man , but when he's drunk he feels alone.  I tend to go for long walks to get away and he's always asleep when i get home. I dont like talking about it, cause its not his fault its always a last result when he's drunk.

I wanted to buy him something speical but i have no money. So i stole but i got caught, and when things like that happen i tend to just turn off and let my thoughts unwind. But the guard wasnt happy, he put his hands round my neck and told it was time to learn some respect. It wasnt bad, i mean it hurt but ive been used to worse before. I realised right then what life really was "just a series of bores"

I went straight home that night and locked the bathroom door, took teh razor blades from the cuboard and sat on the bathroom floor. I took the blades to both my wrist and hit the floor. They wont hurt me no more.

Author's Note

again .. no change in feeling