Please Help

As I sit in my own life, I realize I'm nothing more than a piece of meat. I've always been that. I wished upon a star that would make me walk across the sky. Am I different to like a place under the clouds? Maybe I'm the sky, but the stars always came back to me to always be. I was always the one that was preyed upon, guess it was my perfect smell. I hid in my own house to not be found from a wolf that would hunger down on me and hunt me down. I would run from him down the hall past all of my life pictures, but I would run only to be trapped in the small under cabinet, I would hide and would not breathe. I would hold the door shut as I'm trembling for the every time and thinking I won't be found. As the door opened, I would gasp and give unto what happened as I knew it before. Why do I always hide in the same place? Maybe I want it, is that why I run to the place when he pushes me against the wall where he smothers my mouth with his big hand to be unheard. I hate that his fat fingers that press me to death. I don't like that my mouth is sewn shut, I want to yell and speak! Why don't I tell! Wonder why I am in the place when he always enters me. Maybe I'm asking for it. How do you find the right safe hiding place… Please help! No, I need you to call for me… Dial. I OPEN MY EYES AND IT’S MY FATHER… FUCK OFF😭