No point for me to live

I\'ve been hurt all these years, I\'ve been sexual assaulted from some at school, I\'ve been beaten till I had bruises. The cops use to come I would have to put something to cover my bruises and tell them everything is OK... I remember when my step dad came home, I was sitting in my room. You come in and throw me against the wall you yelled at me and told me I\'m a piece of shit then you slapped me and told me to go find the remote. I was so lonely. I\'ve been beaten by my sister bad;y the cops will come cause I would stomped and scream for help.. My mom didn\'t care.. My step dad would slap me he would call me hurtful names in front of my mom and she just sat there. I felt to hurt so lonely, My dad didn\'t believe anything I told him.. When my step dad son came over I was kicked out of my room so he can sleep in my bed i had to sleep in the living room on the small couch I would freeze.. I\'ve never be loved and I doubt they care.. I\'ve been teased my whole life I was so scared of everybody... I cry every time I\'m called a wh**e or a s**t... The only way for me to escape is to cut... The only way to make me feel better.. if I could choose what I want to do in life... I\'ll choose to die.. Because I\'m not worth living.

*its a bad poem this is just how I feel right now... and everything I wrote is true so ya*