This is hard for me but here it goes. My name is Kaile…

“This is hard for me but here it goes. My name is Kaile Stewart, and this is who I am, can you handle it? At the age of five, I was being raped, until I was nine. At the same time, I found out my uncle had died. I thought it was because of me, I started cutting when I was eleven because of him being dead, my rape, and being bullied. My mom never believed me, and to top that my family hated me. Then when I was eleven my older brother melested me. My mom and her boyfriend, who raped me, had always beaten me because I was 'bad' as they put it. But I didn't know any better. To this day, I'm still a cutter, I still fight with my mom, even though I'm not living with her anymore. As the days go by, I wonder who am I, I mean, who am I really? Am I that girl who keeps her head down, not being able to look up afraid someone will make fun of her? I always wonder, why not just do it, kill myself I mean? People don't care about me anyways, so why not? Maybe I'm scared, maybe becausew I don't want them to win! But as I write this, I keep wondering, why not just end it now, nobody understands me or anything. Nobody will ever understand me. At the time of the rape, I let him do it, I thought it was normal, what do you espect from a little five year old? They don't know anythiong really. When my uncle had died, I remimber me crying, after that I wished I could take his place, I still do wish it but I haven't done anything about it, yet, anyways. It was my fault I was raped, I knew that for a fact, cuz I'm the one who let it happened. But I wish I could just make every thing go away from my past, the rape, the abuse, the death of my uncle.Everything in between.”

— Kaile Stewart