Useless
Suffering
I wake up every morning from a total lack of sleep, soaking wet with tears and sweat from notions that I keep. I still can feel the bruises from the beating that I got, a belt to mesh with tender flesh – it happens quite a lot. My parents say they love me, but I know it isn’t true, another ruse my dad will use to beat me black and blue. When every session’s over and my blouse – a bloody mess, I try to gain composure, and...
