Abuse

i like the rain becuase when you yell at me and break my heart i can go ouside and no one ill notice im crying when you yell at me its everyday not only once if i do one thing wrong youll beat me until i regret every doing it if i do something right you reward me by not hitting me as hard i have bruises on my arms and my lefs then strips on my back made of blood from the whips youll one day regret i cant leve the house or else people will ask questions and my body cant handle that i stay at home all day cooking and cleaning waiting for you to come home i thought that after i gave you life and took you in my home went through everything with you that you wouldnt treat me this way why my son? do you treat me this way have i been a bad person have i been a bad moher was i not there long enough with you i will be dying in a few hours so i went outside in the rain and slowly died....crying but no one will notice becuase im crying in the rain