vayron

Since birth, I was never wanted. My parents saw me as nothing but a burden. Kicks, punches, and curses were my daily reality. I wished for death—but God was cruel. When I was five, my parents died. I thought the suffering would end. I was wrong. My grandmother took me in, only to hurt me even worse.

At twelve, she threw me out. No home, no one to turn to. I worked until my body broke, just to eat and stay in school. My life was empty. No hope. No reason to keep going.

Then, when since i entered high school he always approached me, Following me, bothering me, smiling like the world wasn’t cruel. I hated him. But he didn’t leave. I pushed him away, but he stayed. Slowly, the walls around my heart began to crack. For the first time, someone saw me not as a burden… but as a person