I was born on april the 4th.
when i turned two years old ive been taking abuse from my family.
Well not really my family, just my father and older sister.
i've been in and out the hosptial for more then 40 tymez in my life.
The hospital is like my second home.
I broke my arm four times i broke my back once.
I broke three of my fingers more then three times,
and i was in the hosptial, on the death bed because my sister tryed to kill me.
She was charged for attempted murder.
I am 17 now, and im still putting up this abuse which im not supposed to.
Why is my life like this?
Why does my family hate me?
THIS POEM IS TRUE AND IT REALLY IS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE....I'VE REALLY BEEN GOING THREW THIS PAIN FOR MY WHOLE LIFE
