I am a young boy (22), who cannot be seen.  I cry all the time in the middle of the night.  I am the one who lives in constant fear of the torment I have to endure and listen to.  I am the one who lives in a world full of pain and shame as others say I am hurt myself, because it is my fault.  I am the one who longs for acceptance and happiness, but it seems that no one really understands or cares.  I am the one who lives in a ruined house.  Dad and Mom divorced and he moved away.  I am the one who still keeps my painful childhood memories.  Dad beat, slapped and threw me around every day.  I am a boy with a heart that is constantly breaking.  I am the one who is so lonely and sad because I have no one and I would hide.  I am the one who was hurt by people I trusted.  My “friends” became bullies who would beat and torture me every day.  I was the one who would try to kill myself many times, but what was most precious in my head saved me.  I was the one who would squeeze all the emotions and fears, but I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cried.  I was the one who hurt myself in every possible way, from trying to cut to breaking bones.  Now I am the one who is still trying to endure, but inside I am on the verge of collapse.  But honestly, I still want to disappear.  I am a boy filled with painful emotional scars.  I'm the one who wants to escape now.  Now I am a boy who is trying to pray that everything will be better.  I am the one who still cries every night.  I am the one whose heart would be hard to fix.  I am the one who finds it hard to believe now.  I am now the one who is still afraid.  Now I am a boy who regrets having to live like this.