In this life, I’ve been beaten, hurt, and broken down.
So many thoughts of running, of escaping this hell.
I’ve written, drawn, and spoken of my hectic life.
I’ve been emotionally and physically abused by my so called mother.
A short depression is what I went through.
One day I just had to realize,
That I prayed for bravery,
That I prayed for patience,
That I prayed to be happy.
And God gave me every single one of those opportunities
But I was just letting them pass by.
I had to do something,
I had to get away.
I made the simple decision to live with Dad.
That monster black-mailed me,
Telling me I couldn’t go live with my father.
For a while I put up with it for a bit more.
Planning,
Planning to give her a taste of her own medicine.

2 years ago, she and I had an argument,
When I told her she wasn’t my mother,
She gave in, this time hurt.
I have gotten the bravery I prayed for.
Still, I couldn’t go live with Dad,
But when summer came by,
I outsmarted her.
I packed everything she allowed me to, and came to visit.
When the time came to go home,
I wouldn’t.
I would not be able to go back to hell.
We fought and we fought.
We finally won the case.
I had gotten the patience I had prayed for.

Those 2 years have passed.
I am moving into the 6th grade,
And am happy as can be.
I have a wonderful stepmother I now call my biological mother instead.
I’m living a good life, and I’m enjoying it as well.
The 9 years of hell I went through taught me one thing;
To appreciate what the Lord has given me.
I have gotten the happiness I had prayed for.