D o n 't m a k e m e c r y
I was raped
I was practically a little girl
He took advantage
He always did
He hated me
His own flesh and blood
Why?
I have no idea
No seriously I don't
I got pregnant
I had a baby
Called Amy
The problem was there was 2 possible dads
I couldn't possible admit that the baby might be my dads!
It slowly ate away inside of me
I couldn't take it
I would be its mother and sister
Now that was not normal
I had to do what I done best
Pretend
Everything was fine
Pretend that I was happy
When I was the complete opposite
I am now 35 a grown woman
Anyway I never got the opportunity
To be a mother
My dad made me give her up
That was the main reason
Other than his pride
But if anyone ever found out
He would kill me
Literally
He was a bully
He bullied me and my mother
He was always beating her
And me sometimes
I regret ever signing the adoption papers
Was it really worth it?
No!
My life is one big mess
Disaster after another
Could it get any worse?
I aint even gonna mention that
I don't want to jinx it
But knowing me
Anything's possible
My dad
He thinks my life
Is one big joke!
His personal entertainment
He laughs
He likes me feeling pain
He hates me!
At times I think my life is a joke
I mean it isn't normal
I am on pills
I have postnatal depression
I have had it since I was 14
My mum had it to
Though she moved and left her so I suppose its gone
I haven't
I am stuck with the old man
Forever!
I am a prisoner for gods sake!
He moved to Walford to annoy me
Well Congratulations!
He succeeded
Jack is no help either
Jack was my ex boyfriend
Ex everything really
Him and my sister
They betrayed me big time
The had a child together
Talk about loyalty
I don't trust anyone
Not even myself at times
But I am much tougher
I wont let anyone push me around
I'll stand up for myself
I live at 89b George Street
Just a little flat
Landlord: Ian Beale
Oh God
Now he is something else
So annoying!
Anyway
It's a tip
I haven't bothered to clean up
I haven't left my room in days to be honest
Just me and the vodka
I have classed it as my best friend
I can always turn to it when I feel down
I wish I would stay drunk for ever
Crawl into the bottle and never come out
Because when you sober up
Everything's real
Least when your out of it
Your really out of it
I don't need think
About my crap life
My horrible father
My betraying ex
And my troublesome, unloyal sister
When everything comes crashing down
I am supposed to pick up the pieces
I cant exactly wave a magic wand and make everyone's life perfect?
I mean if I had a magic wand I make a lot of things happen
Including making my dad disappear
Oh that would be great
God I really think I am drunk
I can feel it
Here I am
Veronica Mitchell
Insensible
For once in her life
Ok maybe a few
My locket
Is my prized position
Now that Is my true best friend
Or more my little girl
Inside
I wish I could zap the picture
And make it come to life
But I cant
I am lying here
On my bed
Just finishing my last few drops of vodka
Shoot!
There's none left!
Oh my god!
Am I an addict?
Oh well
I'll need to go get some more
I cant sleep
Because whenever I do
He is there
Pinning me down against the bed
Hitting me and punching me
Pulling at my clothes
Me screaming
I just cant take it!
Sorry if the post mental depression is wrong I wasn't to sure x