Why me..

Well, I guess you could say I am hated. It's my so called "friends" and "family". I am Lauren Cimorelli, but I am known as Ariana Grande. I have to stay strong for my fans, but to let you know, I have cuts, bruises, and so many things that you could imagine. I have been doing suicidal things. Why did I have to be here.. Suffocate me in a bag. Trip me off the stairs. Let me die slowly. Just everything to get away here.

Just please tell me why nobody has killed me yet, besides my own self. Just tell me why. Why do I have to keep living in this horrific world that people call 'home'. If you don't know what I am talking about. Then you have a good life. I wish I had your life... Seriously, why can't people except me for who I am