I was always the sweet, nice gurl who noone ever cared about. The older i grew, the more pain i endured. Everyone always thought my life was perfect. But no it wasn’t the fairytale everyone thought it was.
My dad was an alcoholic, my mom was always grumpy, my sisters and i would always fight. My brother was in gangs, and smoked pot. At skool , my friends wouldn’t care, i was always ignored. i would cut my wrists and fall on the floor. i would always wonder what would happen if i would die. and then it just hit me, why should i wait any longer to live. when all i do is suffer with all this hell.-bye