No one.

My story, its funny. My story, is sad. My story, is mine.

I’ve grew up confused on if my life is real or fake, i grew up going through stuff i shouldn’t have , i grew up being unkown.

No one ever listen to me, no one ever believed me. No one asked if i was okay, no one asked if i needed a hug. Got touched at 7, did anyone believe me , no. I was depressed , did any one care , no. I saw my mom get hit , and stuck up for her , and stood by her side, but did she stay by mines, no. I cut myself, did anyone ask if i needed a hug, no. LIFE is hard Life doesnt feel like life, sometimes i just wanna fly away, but can i ever, no.