I felt alone. I felt my own brother had turned against me. He would push me on the ground and call me names like Fucker and bitch as the kicked me. I never would go to anyone about this because i was afraid if he found out he would hurt me even more. He even got his friends to turn the people i trusted against me. Even my bet friend started picking on me to the point where my group of friends would leave me out, ditch me and bully me. One day i had the knife in my hand. I was ready to end it all. But i didn't have the courage. But their was one person who was there for me. She would be the only one i could talk to. Even though everyone would say to me it gets better or its okay. I knew it wouldn't. I am even writing this after my brother kicked me on the ground and gave me a bloody nose. Im just glad I could at least hare my experience to tell some people they are not alone.
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