Am I leaving?

Dear Mom & Dad

Dear mom and dad,

Are you aware that you have a daughter that wants to die? All my life I've been alive, it's been hell for me. At home, in school, everywhere I go.

I've been told by millions of people I should die, I'm fat, I'm ugly. I'm all kinds of things. You don't know it because I don't tell you everything as you hope I do.

I know that's I've done dumb things. Just like the things you did when you were my age.

Of course when I say to you "mom, dad I want to fucking die." You guys throw me into therapy. WHAT THE HELL IS THERAPY SUPPOSE TO DO? It doesn't fucking work! The only that works, is dying. That's for me to get the demons out my head.

Yes you were there when PEOPLE told you, you should be there for me. But how long that lasted? Weeks, months, days? A month you say? No it was days actually.

The reason I'm so depressed is because I feel forgotten. Mistreated. No fucking cares about me.

One night, I wanted to die. So I was like "okay this is the big night. Time to lie, time to 'take a shower' time to die."

Dad you where the last one I talked to.. I was in the bathroom, crying. I had the blade, and ... I was bleeding out. Cut right there on my main vein. But look now I'm still alive because I'm to fucking scared to die now.

Now what I really want to do is go on my other arm and really die.

So xoxo love, your dying daughter :)

P.S. You should know that I fucking love you at time but I just really hate you. ;)