Everyone tells me I'm so beautiful and that I'm kind. But the truth is I don't see it that way. I just don't care about what they say. All I have is a demon holding me from behind telling me I'm not worth it. Well isn't it true? I don't care what people say towards me cause it means nothing to me. People think I'm crazy cause of the fact I talk to myself and cause I cut. But they always judge without understanding my reasons. I'm just to young to be feeling this much. I'm more the type who gets dragged into everything. It's none of my business but they bring me into it like it is. My mom cheated on my dad and I knew. Never said anything to him. It hurts knowing I could've done something. Isn't it sad that all I think is suicide. My mom got a call one day from school saying I drank a sleeping pill and that I was acting weird in school. I came home that day and I almost did it I almost killed myself and I drank that pill for a reason. I knew my life was turning into hell and do you really think I cared who I was gonna hurt. All I wanted to do was save myself. My mom saw my cuts and beat me. Instead of getting me help she beat me thinking my demon would let me go. But the truth is it never does. Hes always there and he's always watching and waiting to jump back in my life and screw it over again.
I have been in my depression for years now and that's when she decides to take interest in my life? I look and analyze how fucked up my life is. Is there really even a point anymore? I'm just gone... broken... and alone...
