What I Hear the Most. True Verbal abuse story.
Beaten.
Shoved.
Kicked.
Hit.
Without a bruise.
Crying to myself every night.
Never sleeping.
No friends.
Feelings of desperation.
Nearly pushed to the edge.
Nearly beaten to death.
For seven years.
Everday.
Thoughts about death,
Leaving the pain.
Stopping the exclusion.
Stopping the rumors.
To my parents.
Supposedly.
Seven years.
Of bullying.
Rough times.
Nothing more.
For me.
Half of my life.
Uncontrolled.
Unstopable.
Reality.
Pain.
Mental beatings by my peers.
Seven years.
Of suicide thoughts.
Of peaple hating every word from my mouth.
Seven years.
Of being beaten down.
Told I wasn't good enough.
That I was a waste.
Of time.
Of money.
Of air.
Of life.
Seven years.
Of painful,
Mind-Scarring,
Hell.
Seven years.
That nearly ended my life.
I was six when I moved to that town. And left when I was 12. I didn't meet my very first friend until I was 12. Even through that first year of friendship, I still had some suicide thoughts.I've now moved to good place and I'm no longer teased.
Shoved.
Kicked.
Hit.
Without a bruise.
Crying to myself every night.
Never sleeping.
No friends.
Feelings of desperation.
Nearly pushed to the edge.
Nearly beaten to death.
For seven years.
Everday.
Thoughts about death,
Leaving the pain.
Stopping the exclusion.
Stopping the rumors.
To my parents.
Supposedly.
Seven years.
Of bullying.
Rough times.
Nothing more.
For me.
Half of my life.
Uncontrolled.
Unstopable.
Reality.
Pain.
Mental beatings by my peers.
Seven years.
Of suicide thoughts.
Of peaple hating every word from my mouth.
Seven years.
Of being beaten down.
Told I wasn't good enough.
That I was a waste.
Of time.
Of money.
Of air.
Of life.
Seven years.
Of painful,
Mind-Scarring,
Hell.
Seven years.
That nearly ended my life.
I was six when I moved to that town. And left when I was 12. I didn't meet my very first friend until I was 12. Even through that first year of friendship, I still had some suicide thoughts.I've now moved to good place and I'm no longer teased.