Tonight my father yelled at me, I replied back casually. So you yelled again claiming that I speak to you like a mate from school.
You said that I should respect you, but you never try to respect me.
I went for a shower after that, and as I was sitting in the bottom I looked up and saw my razor.
I frightened myself when I thought of grabbing it and cutting myself. As I looked down again I started taking shallow breathes and was finding it hard to breathe.
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A hard time talking
RandomBasically my life, Or what I find important about it. Most depressed kids turn to suicide, or do the right thing and see a professional, But instead I came here to write about whats happening to me. All the ups and downs, generally my everyday li...
