life story

my life my own words i guess

 

i got removed from my family i was 2 years old, home was messed up everyday my mum she was gettin beaten till she turned black and blue

 

at the age if 2 i really didnt need to see it

 

man it must of been hard for my nan losing her grandchildren at just 1 2 and 6 years old the day i was removed who new the next time id see her she would be layin softly in a hurst, shiti remember she wrote me a lettter she told me to stay safe and out of trouble but how has that worked cus i bun weed shit man like every day

 

now let me tell u the next chapter it talks about mental health and my brother

 

my little brother right ive always known he was a bit diffrent now after a couple of years of not seein him im bein told that hes mentaly unstable and it must be linked to witnessing his mummy bein abused and beaten by his father it must off had a impact on his health shit hes only 14 so he must be unwell to experince schizophrenia

 

now let my take you to the next chapter of my story it features lies stress and pain

 

me and my mummy we were always tight i wouldnt of dreampt it but she went behind my back to see him the man who got her own children taken away. ill never for get the day when i come home my carers called me into the livin room to tell me the news i didnt even belive it how could it of been true how could you still be with the man who always left you bruised

 

listen look

now this left me damaged for weeks i couldnt even take it so i started carving lines into my empty carcus to try and contol my emothions lookin back at it their was no purpose why did i hurt myself because of your silly excuses

 

now look this is the second to last chapter its one of hardest to tell it talk tells a story about a man i have to call my dad and what he used to do it tells you about my mums addiction too

 

now let me tell u about

my dad he would voilently attack my mum till she was left unable to move. one day he even took me from my own room but he returned with me it was ok but this has left confushed why did my own dad take me from my room

 

my mu she wud never call for help cus she didnt no what this gimp was able to do. till one day social came and removed him from her view but she let him return this time he was more voilnent. my mum she couldnt cope so she started injectin smack and my dad he got put way but mum she was really silly she went to vist him and told him to come back and he did this time it was serious

 

this is my very final and hardest chapter it involves blood voince and pain but let me go on if i may

 

now for this im gonna close my eyes and repicture a scence it was the spring of 2002 my mum got a knck on the door it was my dad who asked her to let him in and my mum she was mad so she did as he asked i was in my room probaly havin a nap they went to the kitchen and started to chat my mum was probaly smokin some crack and suddlenly my dad he picked up a bottle from the counter he cracks it on my mum she goes to the floor with a thumb my dad he ran to the door

my mum was screamin as her blood dripped onto the floor the naigbours herd her screamin they run to the porch a amblunce took my mum away the poice they go look for my dad he went on the run it was in the paper even the local news, i was taken to care that night i never saw my dad again im happy i never have to see you again

 

 

now look ive told u all their is to no not to make you feel bad or for smpthy i just told you these chapters of my life to tell anyone who is goin through this its best to get out before its to late luckly my mum she recoverd but this could of been drastic its was my childhood it wasnt fantastic i guess