There's so much injustice in this world.

I've been manipulated, used, and abused by everyone who has ever walked into my life.

Every good thing I've had has been stolen or broken by people who said they cared.

I have so much anger and rage, and I don't know where to put it.

I stare at my scars and wish I could cut these feelings from my skin like I used to, but I've come so far, and I don't want to feel like it was all for nothing.

Memories play through my mind constantly, like a movie, reliving moments of terror from my own mother.

How is this a life worth living?

No matter how hard I try to fight for something better, someone is always just dumping more pain on my shoulders. Don't they see I'm already drowning?