Sometimes, I wish I wasn't.
I don't want to live anymore...My life is falling apart and I can't hold it together. I am only 19. But I have no hope in the future. I have to stay alive for my sister. I have to protect her from my dad. He isn't a bad person...just has anger problems. Breaks her things. And hit her once...
I have to protect her...and I know she would be so sad without me.
But I can't stop thinking about swallowing those pills or jumping off that bridge. I can't stop thinking about that one second that can end a life of pain...I don't want to go on...there is just no point.
My skin is maimed with a hundred scars...none of them freed me. I want to go home. But I don't have one. I want cry to my mother, but she will just tell me to grow up. I want to tell my father, but he will get angry. I want friends who understand, but they just think I am crazy.