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By lulu Date: 2002 Nov 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.22.16.09.5838]] |
| i tried to cry myself to sleep tonight, but i cried so hard sleep wasnt a possiblity. i nearly drowned myself in my own tears. tonight it was proven to me that i dont hate my family, but my family hates me. maybe not my whole family, but my mother in general. she told me she didnt care, she had no respect, of how i make her life hell, how i ruined her dreams, how i could leave this house right now if i couldnt stand to be here.she sawy me crying and he did too, they could hear my desparate sobbs throughout the night and what did they do? throw "the last load of clothes they will ever clean for me", after that they waited, came back and bitched more, while i lay on the floor, a helpless pile of sorrow and depression. the razor came, sliced my skin 1...2...3...4 times...times 3. it would have bittin me more, if the sharp peircing pain would still ease my greif. i thought about killing myself, but my courage shrunk as small as marbles that night. i cant even live off of revenge any more. the fire hs died in me , htey killed me, they laughed and smirked at my pain and smiled at my tears, they rejoice when the razor comes and pray it will slice my throat. i am nothing any more, i will never be anything, they might as well shoot me. that would be too much to ask. they enjoy my suffering. |