Story in short

I am a daughter
  To a father who is a pedophile and a mother who didn't protect me
I am a sister
  To six siblings, five sisters and one brother
I am a mother
   To my little boy, who is my reason to keep on living
I come from physical abuse
   Years by the hands of a step father who hated me, and a mother who just  watched from the distance
I come from mental and emotional abuse
   Loved one second, hated another, and told over and over again how bad, worthless, and unneeded I am
I come from sexual abuse
   Scary nights learning things I shouldn't of learned so young , no one believing me till the FBI came
I locked away the pain
   And started cutting
I stopped smiling
   And learned to fake my way though life
I am not my father, I am not my mother
   But my biggest fear is that deep down I am
I wished for death and attempted so many times
  The grim reaper must really hate me
I am not religious
   God has forsaken me years ago
I have watched my own blood flow
  And sometimes that self inflicted pain is what got me though my day
I don't know what true love is
   But I can pretend
I have Post Traumatic stress and chronic depression
   Fun huh?
I try my best to do what's right for my son
   But sometimes I wonder if I am what's right for him
I self mutilate, I get depressed, I get emotional, I get suicidal
  If I medicate all I can do is sleep, so I stress trying to do it on my own
I know next time I drive down the highway I'll think
  If only my son wasn't with me….I'd close my eyes and say my last goodbyes