story of my life

here is my story,
if you'll take some time,
to stop,
and read it.
please don't press escape now,
you may be...
what's the word?
inspired.
i was depressed,
had no one to turn to.
i had nowhere i would call home.
my wrists were filled with cuts,
burns, and scars.
scars i kept uncovered,
because no one cared to notice.
so i cut
and burned myself
more.
i would listen to music,
while i would lay
and cry.
i was fine
untill about the time
i turned 12.
then i realized how badly my parents
really
treated me.
never around,
at the casino,
borrowing money,
just to go.
making me lie to family.
home alone,
getting more
and more
depressed.
i would go to God,
then stray away.
i would cling to him for support,
and be okay.
the second i let go,
depression would take me over.
then i met a perfect guy,
a couple great friends,
and reconnected with God.
a much stronger connection
than ever before.
but a couple months later,
it all came crashing down.
i need to break up with the guy,
i'm still too afraid to hurt him.
my friends stopped caring.
i burned
cut
hated myself.
i would cry myself to sleep,
or stay up all night so i couldbe
numb all day.
but last night,
i realized.
God really does care.
a few weeks ago,
he made me realize i had an angel.
my cousin's now ex.
she tells me everything,
trusts me to help her,
helps me too.
if she thinks i'm sad,
or had no way of knowing,
depression was coming again,
she would tell me something nice,
because God told her to.
He has also blessed me,
with a new great group of friends.
some are just fun to talk to,
but some that truly care.
i've been broutght to him,
yet again,
but this time it's for good.
i'm going to let the cuts heal,
go to sleep with dry eyes.
and when i grow up,
i'll tell my story,
help children in need,
like i was.