Set Free

I'm weak.

I can no longer speak. 

I have cried and screamed for so many nights.

I've lost my voice.

I no longer care what happens to me. 

My hair is falling out due to stress.

My nails are breaking off one by one. 

I can no longer eat the food she prepares for me, I feel as though it has been prepared with hate.

No child should ever have to go though this no matter what they have done or what they are.

I have been told that I am a disgrace, that I am disgusting. 

I don't have a will to live anymore. 

I don't want to be here. 

I want to be at peace. 

I want to be free.

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