The Story of My Life

The story of my life.
Is easy to understand.
But first know
That this wasn't planned.

From the day I was born
I've been left on my own.
To try to survive
All alone.

When I was just five
I started to get hit
It didn't hurt at first
But then I wanted it to quit.

When I turned ten
The yelling got worse
To my parents
I must have been a curse.

When I was eleven
I first discovered the knife
That's when I knew
How to end my own life.

I was twelve when
I made the first slit
It seemed like the
Knife just wanted to fit.

I turned thirteen
To yells and fists
It hurt inside
So I turned to the wrist.

Still thirteen
And my soul is broken
It hurts my heart
But now it's spoken.