Every time I had to visit my father when I was little he use to cover me with hidden bruises I was clueless so abusive it filled my mind with confusion it made me feel stupid. He constantly reminded me I’m a reject and I believed it, and when I go back home to my mother with both my sisters I had tears down my eye and I’d cry all night. At the age of nine I tried to end my life with a kitchen knife but I could never find the stride to do it. Fast forward a year and my father is in prison for all the sins he committed. Couple years ago he was out of his cuffs and I tried to be tough about it but oddly enough Iv managed to forgive and forget Now I’m currently 16 and I’m proud to be me and I’m trying to live the life I wanted it to be and can’t wait to see what the future has in store for me.