I lay in my bed and stare at the roof, my tears leave a burning trail as they fall from my eyes and soak into my hair and pillow.

My wrists trickle with crimson and my sheets are stained. I turn my head to look at the empty wall of my room and let a small sob escape my lips.

I listen to the muffled sounds of my parents fighting, and my mind wanders to the previous day.

The words are harsh and come from everyone in the room. The teacher sits and does nothing as my tormenters laugh at my pain.

Every day, for eleven years... I listen to the words and feel the pain.

Again my mind wanders to only a few hours earlier, and the bruises on my body begin to pound again.

I remember the feel of my fathers fists and words.

I am unwanted

So I may as well leave this place

May as well make everyone happy

Slowly my world turns dark

I let out my last breath

No one will notice or even care

I am unwanted

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