I Hate My Horrible Poor Life.
My family is allways broke. We barely have any food in our fridge. Sometimes me and my siblings have no choice but to go to the store and steal food.
The only time when we have lots of food in our fridge is usualy around the 1st of the month because thats when my mom gets her food stamps.
I allways get abused and yelled at by my mom, older brother and older sister. My sister beats me and my younger siblings almost everyday. We are forced to clean the house. She allways pulls my hair and punches me if I don't do something right. She allways yells at me and calls me names and tries to make me feel ashamed of myself. She can never let me be myself. I'm tired of her criticizing me. She makes me want to kill myself! I was gonna swallow bleach one time because her and my brother were hiting me and made me cry. My family has been homeless several times. My mom can't pay the rent sometimes then we loose our home. We slept in cold cars, walked the streets at 12 am , slept in resturaunts and anything we could do to avoid sleeping outside. Everyday is the same thing, clean the whole house, get yelled at, get hurt, and feel depressed. Sometimes I wish I was dead. What's the point of living if this is how i'm going to be treated? People think I'm a happy person because I smile in almost all of my picures. But no one could truly understand how I feel. I hope when I turn 18 I will move out, go to college ( if i can pay) and live my own life. I pray for God to help me but he can't do everything. Sometimes you have to solve your own problems. Each day I wake up and think about how life used to be great and how i used to live it. Now I just hate my life. Hopefully things will get better. Thanks for reading and God bless (: