I was never suppose to be born... I wish I had not.  I learned not to cry, by being beaten.  My dad drinks, and beats me.  Because I'm the only kid, I get beaten with no one to help.  I can't cry to anyone.  I need to leave.  My mother doesn't see the harm in hurting me or starving me.  I'm almost dead.  Where do I even go?

"She is beautiful." The doctor said when I was born.  My mom did not care to hold me and my dad wasn't even there.  "Are you going to hold her?" He asked.

"No, I don't need to..." She said.  "I never really wanted a kid."  The doctor was shocked.

"Umm, okay then."  He said as he put me in a blanket and crib.  I was basically born for no reason.  Yet, no one cared.  I never left the house, and if I saw myself, I would softly weep.  I would be covered with bruises and cuts.  My dad would drink, then throw the bottles at me, when I was only one or two...

"Can't you do anything right?!"  He would yell, if I did anything.

"I-i'm sorry." I would say, hoping not to be smacked and knocked to the ground.