Dear Stranger,

I have more bruises,

More cuts,

More pain,

And it's mostly because of you.

Your word are no longer just name calling,

They're insults and threats.

You've also become more abusive.

Mrs. and Mr. Collins been noticing and asking about the changes.

But I won't tell them.

I'm 99.99% sure I deserve this,

I don't belong here on the earth.

I messed up my an Kayla's life.

It's my fault we were separated,

My fault we had to endure the beatings from our former foster parents, all because I didn't obey them or keep my mouth shut.

I'm don't like myself either

Hate,
Me