That Day....

My Family was lined in three coffins,much like the writing on my back,well I should say cut into my back.Along with my Hair,voice and dignity.Lost by a man which I alone killed by the same knife "he" cut me with......perfectly alined much like my families coffins.Like the X "he" carved into my wrists still forever there.....The poem "he" so craftily carved into my back

Forever your sinned -?
"He" wrote..with the boxcutter blade so rusty and foul "he" wore around his neck.The cops said.."they came for him,he was a druggy,they came for him your Father.

3 years
3 long years were spent on me focusing my meditations,mind abilities and communications...since I was 13.
"Well done you've been under water for 2 hours and 30 minutes.I'm so proud I practically hyperventilating!"The girl who always hyperventilates,my neighbor Lizzy Roberts.A nice girl she is but to upped for me.She gave me the cross I wear I my 13 birthday.A blonde she is,she goes to the same private school I do.Which the government pays for.Shes here so that means......
BRRRINNG
I'm late for school