Just my life

I grew up with a happy childhood until may 2nd 2018. my mother didn’t act right, she never fed us, she abused drugs, and she always fought us. one day we were taken from her which was the worst day for all of us because me and my siblings were split into different homes. it’s hard to cope with things because i have nobody to talk to. going to school is the worst thing for me because i don’t have any friends at all. i have to hide in the office to not feel lonely at lunch. i cried when everyone were being complimented on their outfits. i hate my looks and i hate the way i get treated by everyone else. i attempted 8 times but failed, i cut myself so deep i still have scars from years back. now i’m still depressed and all i beg for is to be happy again.