Put down

I've been put down my entire life
And in this poem I will tell you how

I've been beaten and broken
I've been raped and I can tell you know that
I did not ask for it. When I was feeling low all you would do is say you'll get over it. When I felt like I wanted to die you said its just a phase you'll get over it. When you found out I self harmed you told me you do it for attention. When I asked for help you told me I didn't need it in school I was always the odd ball out I was constantly the one they made fun of for being different. Then a few days ago I was told I could be pretty if I did my makeup and learned how to contour my life is shit and all I wanna be able to do at the end of the day is be told no matter what your beautiful and I want cuddles but I don't even get that.