The Struggle

Have you ever felt unloved? Or that you didn't belong in life? Have you ever wished that you could undo a terrible mistake? Well I do. I'm torn...broken. My friends don't care, my mom just doesn't understand and God doesn't listen to me. Everyone just tears me to shreds, laughs then walks on me like dirt. I wish there was something I could do, so that I didn't have to deal with the pain. My dad found out about my diary...and the things I write in it...sad things...treacherous things. All I ever think about, dream about, write about, and talk to myself about is...suicidal. Every night at midnight I pray to the devil to let me die. To rip the hearts out of every person, who hurt me and made my life what it is now...a living hell. I don't know how to tell my best friend that I bought new razors. All I've ever wanted to do is to escape. I'm more than depressed, I'm more than hurt, I'm more than "just move on". I'm just done... [Dedicated to my best friend Hannah: "I Love You, please don't give up on me]