My step father would beat me for the smallest mistakes

He once broke my nose and refused to take me to the hospital so its always been crooked and misshapen

Im ashamed of it

My mother didn't beat me as often but not like she cared for me

When i was sick she locked me in my room and would verbally abuse me for daring to throw up on myself

My only comfort my bare room with a lock on the outside

My stuffed animal i still have

The bed had no sheets and was in the middle of the room on the floor

i could hear them argue if i put my ear against the walls

They always argued

About anything but manly drugs

i found comfort in the silence that came when they left to get more drugs

Of course my door was locked but they always forgot my window

But i was to scared to leave

My original oc was me just ashamed of my face

Oh how ugly i am

i tried to embrace my self but i would be lying

i feel skidbones was truly where i gave up on hiding my inner self

i hate you

all of this

because some girl wanted attention

lied about me

if i was going to suffer so would you

you made me this

This is your fault

But youll never admit it

Because your scared

i hope it hurts

i hope you suffer