Victoria Martins Read

war zone

i was born into a war zone, a family fighting itself til there was nothing left but pain. i didnt get to have that happy childhood, i got foster care and abuse. there where two homes that i wish i could have stayed at, but it wasnt in the cards for me. i learned from a young age that pain will always be there. that even if you do everything right, if someone else is having a bad day that you could be what they take their anger out on. i remember busted lips and pin pricks, black eyes and almost busted ribs. i have scars from what was done to me, some you can see, others you cant. i can still feel the hands around my throat from when i was 5 years old. i wake up crying from memories that i still cant forget. i am 29 years old and i know that i am lucky that i am alive cause after everything i really shouldnt be.