Life Is A Bitch, Right?

Heaven turned to hell in just 10 minutes. Parents fighting, the divorce becoming official. Fights with my mom. Her glares of disapproval burn deep into my heart, I put a little band aid on it to keep it together but I just feed her fire of hatred. Never good enough, always a waste of her time. If she knew the real me she'd only hate me more. "too much like your father. You'll always be a bitch. You're the most selfish human being I've ever met." and that's the fake side that's closer to what she wants. Another tear another cut. It's been almost a week since the last meeting with the razor, a week since the night Chris and I fought for my life. He wouldn't say goodbye. He wouldn't let me go. I kept telling him it was time to let go of me, to let me fade, but he said he wasn't ready and wouldn't let me go. I pulled pushed and scratched but only got away for seconds before his arms were around me once again. "don't do this I need you" no you don't. You deserve better. You need better. Just ask my mother, I'm a worthless bitch. Just let me go. These cuts will finally be healed but with a scar they shall be sealed