What Happened

My 1/2 slice of cake

I wake up every morning saying thank you Jesus for waking me up everyday.
I hate some things in my life. Sometimes I wish it would just stop.
But something always tell me to stop because I need to be there for my brothers and my sisters.
I'm the only one they have to help and support them.
I don't know why but once in awhile I think about suicide I don't why.
I think of that everytime I get said or when I do things wrong.
I guess I feel so ashamed and I want all the hurt and pain go away.
I believe when I'm gone no one would care or wonder about me.
I know all the people that hurt me wouldn't care.
Most people I love don't really love me.
They just act like it and tell me and smile in my face for nothing.
That's that fake shit.
Have you ever heard that friends become enemies and enemies become your friends.
Well to me I don't really have friends fuck all them fake bitches and niggas that's out there.
I only have two real friends that been there for me since 6th grade.
They never betrayed me or did anything to hurt me.
Also they make sure I'm OK and I do they same because they my family well my other family.