My suicidal life
My mother keeps on telling me that I am a failure in academics. She always compares me with other people. All she talks about is how I don't care about my grades. But, just a few months ago, I tried to overdose on drugs. She caught me in the middle of the act. My mother did not talk about my grades again. Now, she forgot everything that had happened. I was trying to overdose because I felt like a worthless b****. I was staring at my grades and crying for I don't know how many hours each day. She now dares to tell me that I neglect my grades. What she doesn't know is that every day my tears are for the letters that determine my future. I am only graduating middle school in a few days. At this point, I will barely make it to my second year of high school. Maybe I won't even make it through half of freshman year. Every day, she sees me with a smile on my face, begging her to buy me clothes or makeup. But, in reality, once I'm on the other side of the door, I am in a state of depression and hysteria. I want to escape from my life. I can't bear to know that I will see these horrific letter grades splattered on papers and silver screens. They're the causes of my fake smiles and endless thoughts of suicide. People dearest to me, even strangers will ask about my grades. Humanity will keep me locked up in the chains of GPAs and grades unless I listen to my own heart. Commit suicide. But, I still dare to hold back for my dearest brother, friends, and relatives.