by Kathryn H Apr 23, 2004
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Thanks a lot mom for having my father hit me. Thanks a lot for standing up to him. You are truly a b*tch. You have no way of getting a reach of me. I am leaving sooner or later. You\'ll see. You have me suffer pain and agony and you still say that nothing happened. No one ever hits me in this family. No one ever touches me in wrong ways. My brother suffers from ADD; you suffer from marrying a loser. A lawyer, who has no reason to be hitting me. You say you are there for me. When I walk your way to talk you turn away and block away shadows of me. You have done nothing for me. Let me suffer this life alone, and feel this pain that I disown. I might as well die alone. My family has no care for me. |