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I dont fucking need this.
I am already hurting, cant you tell?
Suicide, its all I want and the only thing I can have.
Trying to resist the temptation.
I fucking hate it.
This isnt worth all the stress.
There is no point in change, no damn point at all!
I might as well be gone.
That fucking bastard needs to break my heart, just get it over with!
And as for the one who "raised" me, I feel no emotions twards you!
You drink.
You make me feel ignored, battered, and belittled.
So defensive and uptight.
Too sad as well.
You think that you hurt?
I would never want anyone to endure the pain in which I encounter every day!
Life starts to die just as soon as its begun.
I have every intention of ending all this bullshit.
Its just a matter of how much more insanity I can take into my already fucked up life.
Soaking in such maginificent lies that truth seems unreal.
Hand raised ready to strike again.
Sitting ina corner, ready for another bruise on my already scarred life.
Now having the picture of what a happy family is like:
A happy, loving, caring family to the people on the outside of the closed doors of the place where "home is where that heart is"