Scars I Bear

Everyone says that depression is bad and can ruin your life but for me, it is what keeps me alive. I have no joy. I have no happiness. I have no excitement. Those words were lost years ago when my father killed my mother and left without a trace while drunk which crushed me and now I live with my friend with no family. Constantly bullied. Bad grades. I have nothing in life. I should just end it all. I beat all the scars from depression but now I wanna make the scars for others. Murder. A word that makes me sick but my body is tempted to do it...