Attacks in my Life

The most dangerous place in the world for me is my own home :

I hate the fact that I'm considered no better than an object of possesion.

 

I am sick of being threatened like they would do to their possesions.

Like : I'm going to throw you away

         Dump her to the orphan house

         Get the fuck out of my house

 

I still remember the day when I was dragged to the front door with my neck grasped with hands. The T-shirt I was wearing stays on hanger till today with the neck all drilled with holes - from those ugly fingers..

I fucking remember when that bitch beat me with an iron rod. I was brused severly all over my abdomen and all over my back to my shoulders. She attacked my stomach the most.

 

I told her about it an year later and she said I never think about what I did wrong to deserve it.

Jesus Christ, nobody in the world (except for forgerers) deserves beathing with an iron rod. No one.