I know that no one will probably see this but I need to vent this out somewhere.
I know that its my fault. It's completely my fault that mom is suicidal. It's my fault that daddy screams at her every night. It's my fault that he's angry. It's my fault, all my fault. It's my fault that I don't get perfect grades like daddy wants, It's my fault that I lock myself in my room and drown in my music to the point where all I do is go to school, burden myself with tests, exams, homework's and projects then stay up all night thinking why I even exist and that everything would be better without me. It's my fault. All my fault.