Dear diary, i cant describe the pain that I feel, my nightmares and life are the same they’re both real, my voice is unheard im never talking aloud, incase I say the wrong thing when dad is walking about, I can no longer bear this pain and the taste of my tears, I know the life im living Is a waste of my years, I cant remember the last I felt bright like a summer day, I dream of when I run away, love.. Stephanie.

Little Stephanie was growing up in an abusive household, her father always left her mother with bruises n’ out cold, she writes in her diary and her views are self told, “I see missing teeth when I use a mouth mould”, thats one line explaining her fathers beatings, her heart is broken in two half is crying and half is bleeding, she wasn’t living life like the others of her age, the tears on the surface is what covers up her rage, after hitting her his expression is emotionless, and it’s been the same every time that he’s closed his fist, when this happens she is unable to retaliate, one day she says to her mum “I have a belly ache”, her mum says “we would go to the shop to get some medicine, but dad bet our money on a horse so it better win”, she then writes on an envelope they got an eviction letter in, “I’ve become accustomed to pain, I am now a veteran”.

Dear diary, i cant describe the pain that I feel, my nightmares and life are the same they’re both real, my voice is unheard im never talking aloud, incase I say the wrong thing when dad is walking about, I can no longer bear this pain and the taste of my tears, I know the life im living Is a waste of my years, I cant remember the last I felt bright like a summer day, I dream of when I run away, love.. Stephanie.

One night in her head she has a conversation, thinking long and hard with some concentration, she knows what she wants to do the next confrontation, fighting back against her dad is her contemplation, that night she goes to sleep like any other, her only jersey for a pillow, without any covers, the next morning comes and her dad enters her room intoxicated, drink in hand wearing ripped boxers and his socks are faded, he says to her “I have this hatred towards you, you pray to be saved but the fake shit ignores you,” Stephanie then yells “you’re the reason why im so depressed, I’ve already cut myself and you don’t wanna know the rest,” he storms towards her with his fists in the air, little Stephanie just stands with her wrists up in fear, after the beating finished she cries alone on her bed, while suicide thoughts drown his tone from her head.

Dear diary, i cant describe the pain that I feel, my nightmares and life are the same they’re both real, my voice is unheard im never talking aloud, incase I say the wrong thing when dad is walking about, I can no longer bear this pain and the taste of my tears, I know the life im living Is a waste of my years, I cant remember the last I felt bright like a summer day, I dream of when I run away, love.. Stephanie.

Another day has passed she feels the pain from the night before, left eye’s swollen shut so of course her sight is poor, sadly she’s getting used to it because every fight is sore, she had started writing a letter and thought “I’ll write some more”, the first lines read “I hate my existence, I’ve prayed to god to save me as I need some assistance, in the prayer I said “I don’t care about the distance, just take me away i’ll show no resistance,” she ends the letter saying “My life is something to laugh at, twelve years of living I’ll be forgotten in half that, heaven or hell will be better than this life, that’s the reason why you’ll find me dead with my wrists sliced”, Stephanie died another victim of domestic violence, we cant just do nothing while we wait for the next of sirens, it needs be stopped we have to address the tyrants, cus speaking out is the only way we’ll ever rest the silence.

Dear diary, i cant describe the pain that I feel, my nightmares and life are the same they’re both real, my voice is unheard im never talking aloud, incase I say the wrong thing when dad is walking about, I can no longer bear this pain and the taste of my tears, I know the life im living Is a waste of my years, I cant remember the last I felt bright like a summer day, I dream of when I run away, love.. Stephanie.