This Is Me

"Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me... happy birthday dear Salem......*sniffles* happy birthday to me...." That's me.. crying sad and alone. If you didn't figure out already my name is Salem, i just turned 16 at this time in my life. Why am i in this park crying alone? Are my parents too busy for me? Am i just some depressed teen? well i can honestly say yeah im one depressed teen, i don't have any parents. i ran away from my physically, sexually, and verbally abusive foster family. my real parents... father died from overdose from what they tell me, and my mum? well... no one knows really. what money i managed to steal from them before i left right after my 'father' sized me up like a snack during a drunken binge saying how i should be so lucky a man who knows what hes doing wants to look in my direction because nobody would want me looking the way i do other than as a sex toy, was used to pay someone to pretend to be my parents and register me into a new high school. My foster mum is a drug addict and blames me for her husband giving me all kinds of sex eyes. the system doesn't care about what kids like me have to say as long as the folks you're with has a clean facade. I ran away from home without looking back about i wanna say about two perhaps three weeks ago. Foster dad kept telling me come my sweet 16, he would take a taste of how 'sweet' I really can be all while touching my breast, humping me like a little dog humps his favorite toy, his face close to mine breath and body smelling like black and milds and colt 45. *looks to the sky after surveying the park at the few folks around going home with their families* "Make a wish Salem.....i wish... i wish i could feel safe. I... i wish....." *voice cracks as she burst into tears* yup... this is the story of my life. it was that exact moment i wanted to just end it all. I felt so worthless, but i knew my life somehow would change. it just had to right?? please let it get better