It Takes Time
Most kids wake up to a loving parent, or an alram clock. I wake up to a bloody nose and sprained wrist.
Most kids eat a healthy breakfast. I eat whatever I can if there is any.
Most kids have a different uniform everyday. I wear the same one.
Most kids have lots of friends. I might have one.
Most kids don’t get bullied day-to-day. I’m lucky to not get bullied three times a day.
When most kids get home their parents say hello and fix dinner. I get shoved against a wall and am unconscious for atleast an hour.
When most kids go to bed, they are snuggled warm under covers having wonderful dreams. I am laying on the floor beging to not wake up the next morning.Reblog if you are against child abuse.
where are the notes? this should have way more notes.
(via littlefrenchprincess)
me: *stays home*
parents: why are you so lazy? get off your ass and do something with your life
me: *goes out*
parents: omg you're out of control stop hanging out with those people and roaming the streets
me: *eats*
parents: you are ruining your body with that garbage
me: *doesn't eat something*
parents: we're getting really concerned are you on a diet is there something you're not telling us do you have an eating disorder?
me: *exhales*
parents: don't give me that attitude