I dropped out of school at a very early age, Now I regret it I’m so full of rage. I am trying to make it on my own but it’s not easy because I’m all-alone. My parents died when I was ten, I stayed with my uncle he committed such sins. He liked me a lot sometimes too well, I should know because parts of my body began to swell. My uncle told me I should never tell and if I did I would go to jail. He said it was all my fault and that I shouldn’t be so bad, I don’t know what I did to be treated this way but it made me feel sad. As I got older he began to stop and I began to realize it wasn’t my fault. When I was eighteen my uncle died too, I was kind of happy because now the abuse was finally through. I have been trying to make it every since then, Wanting the pain and sores to mend. But it’s not easy when the cuts are so deep, I guess the older I get the nightmares will keep. So every night I must pray for all of the kids of the world to never have To be treated that way.