My Little Disaster Called Life

I’m just an “emo” who is praying to make it out of middle school alive. Believe it or not it actually does hurt when I’m called a “stupid scene kid” or an “attention whore” for expressing my music tastes or my pain through what I fucking wear. It’s like they want me to relapse back to cutting myself, so they can make fun of my scars in gym like they did last semester. Oh the memories. Why can’t things ever change? Why am I going through this? Why did my Father leave me when I was a baby? Why did my Mother treat me with domestic violence? Why are my foster parents so rude? Why can’t I have friends? These are just some of the questions I ask myself daily, before that shiny metallic razor starts to call my name. Now that you know me, you can understand my story.