My teenage years...

Were spent being called stupid, hating myself, having an eating disorder, doing everyone's laundry and dishes, being ignored, working and taking care of a child. 
I had like 3 friends whoI couldn't hang out so I was always just the extra.
The first boyfriend lived in a different city and I never saw him and was only allowed to talk to him for one hour a day. I wasn't allowed to hug or kiss him.
My next boyfriends weren't serious or long enough to really sneak over more than once or twice. And then another whom I would have stay over so I wouldn't be alone with my brother while my mom would sleep out. 
I was allowed to sleep out ONE time.

I couldn't have friends over without a song and dance.
I would hear my dad call me stupid, pathetic, worthless, mistake ect from the room across the hall from my room. 
And my mother sat complacent, in agreement.
The ONE TIME she  grabbed my arm and I threw her off me she threatedend to call the police.
I had to keep my brother alive, I had to work 40 hours a week and I had to go to school. 
All while not eating because I always felt fat, and my dad liked to constantly remind me. 
All while taking too many pills to just sleep the days away.
Slitting my wrists and legs open.
Getting laughed at for it.
Well fuck me I guess.