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parkchristine:

Did you know that every single word you say counts? Did you know that every single scream, they hear? They fall asleep to the sound of your quarrels and wake up to silence. They think it’s their fault. YOU think it’s their fault. But what have they done other than being the scapegoat of you two? She’s already gone deaf from your shouts and cries. At least keep her heart together. That’s the least you can do. 

parkchristine:

Did you know that every single word you say counts? Did you know that every single scream, they hear? They fall asleep to the sound of your quarrels and wake up to silence. They think it’s their fault. YOU think it’s their fault. But what have they done other than being the scapegoat of you two? She’s already gone deaf from your shouts and cries. At least keep her heart together. That’s the least you can do. 

guilt-byassociation:

this is terrible.

guilt-byassociation:

this is terrible.

mypurplesnow:

what kind of world we live in?

mypurplesnow:

what kind of world we live in?

abnormal-teens:

here’s to the kids whos home life isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks*requested* 

abnormal-teens:

here’s to the kids whos home life isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks

*requested* 

iwasabused:

Any time I made any mistake or error, my parents would yell at me for hours about it, no matter how small it was, and then the next time I made any mistake or error, they would bring that error (and other previous and even slightly similar mistakes) up as well. 
Now, I cannot understand the concept of being forgiven, and if I make any mistakes at all, I hurt myself for them.

iwasabused:

Any time I made any mistake or error, my parents would yell at me for hours about it, no matter how small it was, and then the next time I made any mistake or error, they would bring that error (and other previous and even slightly similar mistakes) up as well.

Now, I cannot understand the concept of being forgiven, and if I make any mistakes at all, I hurt myself for them.

My name is Sarah I am but 3 My eyes are swollen, I cannot see I must be stupid I must be bad what else could make my daddy so mad? I wish i were better I wish i werent ugly Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me I cant speak at all I cant do no wrong Or i’m locked up all the day long

My name is Sarah
I am but 3 
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
what else could
make my daddy so
mad?
I wish i were better
I wish i werent ugly
Then maybe my
mommy would still
want to hug me
I cant speak at all
I cant do no
wrong
Or i’m locked up
all the day long