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I was so depressed, and my mom would never listen to me. I tried telling her once.
"She said she was going to kill me if I tried to talk to her!"
"I'll take care of it, honey."
I hadn't even stepped out of the room before I heard, "Lisa! Can you belive this? Listen, While-"
I tuned it out. I didn't want to hear the whole "I'm so upset my daughter needs help..." speech.
"Thanks mom..." I mumbled as I left the room. Why did I have to deal with this alone?
Nobody even wanted to see me. My heart felt like lead in my chest. I always wanted to cry. I was constantly called names in the hallway. I never knew pain until I had no one to rely on. I never knew loneliness. I cried myself to sleep every night. I just knew that someday, when I could leave, it would get better. The hardest battles were given to the strongest soldiers. I was so upset. I tried telling my mother, but all I was to her was a great source of gossip. I tried to find my solace in writing but my mother even tried to take that away from me. I hid my notebook under my mattress so she would never find it. She always tried to read them, tell me it was a waste of time, and throw them out. I tried once to stand up for what I love. She wouldn't let me. I kept my heart a secret from my mom, I wrote all my life down. I missed having my sister around. By now, I knew she didn't move out. She wouldn't leave me like that, alone.
I learned to live with it. I learned to have no social life. My mom listened to my phonecalls and wouldn't even let me walk down the road. I hated my life and grew very sceptical. I never felt like I could be loved. I never knew how bad it was to be ignored by everyone. My mom heard about me crying. She took me to the doctors.
I sat there and wondered if it was worth it. Before I knew it, my mom was telling the doctor everything she could, but at the same time wouldn't let me speak about what I felt was wrong with me. I was given a prescription for birth control. After that I never went over to a friends house because I was too embarrassed to have anybody see them.
They made things worse. I could never sleep well, and after starting them I almost never slept. I wondered if I would sleep a full night ever again. Every time I was awake at night my mom would yell at me to go to bed. It was usually accompanied by "You little delinquent" or something to that effect. I learned to force myself to sleep at night. I had to learn a lot of things to live where I did.
Flash foreward to the end of middle school. I had regained some of my friends, and I had found a passion and talent for poetry. Writing became my life. I had to be able to write. I sang and danced too. I loved it so much. Arts were my release, my love. I had found a home.
"She said she was going to kill me if I tried to talk to her!"
"I'll take care of it, honey."
I hadn't even stepped out of the room before I heard, "Lisa! Can you belive this? Listen, While-"
I tuned it out. I didn't want to hear the whole "I'm so upset my daughter needs help..." speech.
"Thanks mom..." I mumbled as I left the room. Why did I have to deal with this alone?
Nobody even wanted to see me. My heart felt like lead in my chest. I always wanted to cry. I was constantly called names in the hallway. I never knew pain until I had no one to rely on. I never knew loneliness. I cried myself to sleep every night. I just knew that someday, when I could leave, it would get better. The hardest battles were given to the strongest soldiers. I was so upset. I tried telling my mother, but all I was to her was a great source of gossip. I tried to find my solace in writing but my mother even tried to take that away from me. I hid my notebook under my mattress so she would never find it. She always tried to read them, tell me it was a waste of time, and throw them out. I tried once to stand up for what I love. She wouldn't let me. I kept my heart a secret from my mom, I wrote all my life down. I missed having my sister around. By now, I knew she didn't move out. She wouldn't leave me like that, alone.
I learned to live with it. I learned to have no social life. My mom listened to my phonecalls and wouldn't even let me walk down the road. I hated my life and grew very sceptical. I never felt like I could be loved. I never knew how bad it was to be ignored by everyone. My mom heard about me crying. She took me to the doctors.
I sat there and wondered if it was worth it. Before I knew it, my mom was telling the doctor everything she could, but at the same time wouldn't let me speak about what I felt was wrong with me. I was given a prescription for birth control. After that I never went over to a friends house because I was too embarrassed to have anybody see them.
They made things worse. I could never sleep well, and after starting them I almost never slept. I wondered if I would sleep a full night ever again. Every time I was awake at night my mom would yell at me to go to bed. It was usually accompanied by "You little delinquent" or something to that effect. I learned to force myself to sleep at night. I had to learn a lot of things to live where I did.
Flash foreward to the end of middle school. I had regained some of my friends, and I had found a passion and talent for poetry. Writing became my life. I had to be able to write. I sang and danced too. I loved it so much. Arts were my release, my love. I had found a home.
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