I'm not anything, to anyone

Voices are running through my thoughts. I'm alone, but never lonely.
Yet I never go outside my zone. These voices in my head are my friends.
There always there. People were never fair/there. These cuts on my arms.
Are who I am.
I hide them from people like you. Because you don't understand. You don't even try to understand.
You just accuses me of the most horrific things.

There not true.

I am not whore a skank i'm not what you say.
I made a couple of mistakes in my past.
HE was my first my only, the other one was my way out.

What would you do if your only way out was death?
  or beatings or being one persons whore?

I didn't want none of those choices.

I had a chance I took it. I'm out I'm free.

I left him stand with his pride at least. I lost my pride long before.