Kiera0522

The other night,
I told my mom how I feel,
about what she does.
She got angry,
and broke a glass table.
Then she kicked me out,
and told me that she hates me.
My stepdad found me,
in an alley.
He then took me home,
to a raging mother.
She made me clean for hours.
And when I was washing the dishes,
I stabbed myself in the wrist,
hoping to die.
And now I look back,
wishing I had done it.
 

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9  y e a r s
She was my bestfriend.
We had over 40 inside jokes.
My family took her in.
I met her in preschool.
& that was 9 years ago.
How the years have passed.
She is depressed.
& I want to find her the
help she needs.
I want to help,
but I'm only 12.
I don't know.
I don't understand.
But she heard that I kissed
a boy she has liked for 
1 year & a half.
But I didn't.
I would never.
But she doesn't believe me.
I cry because of the things
she says behind my back.
"I'm a whoore"
"I changed"
"I cut for attention"
She thinks I don't know.
She thinks I don't know
what she says.
But I do.
& it hurts.
& I believed,
she was my bestfriend.
With me through 
thick & thin.
But I guess not.
& now she's gone.

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