My parents divorced when I was 10, and at that time I stupidly had a boyfriend, who abused me and I walked home every day with bruises and a new lie. I am now 15 and am strugling with getting away from my abusive mother who drinks herself to sleep every night. I am planning on moving to New York when I am 18. I write poems to get thing off my chest. And I quite honestly don't care who reads them.