its pretty fucking simple. I do not want to exist anymore. Why do people care about me when I don’t? I have kept this shitty life for them. So they aren’t sad. Broken. I try to be happy so they don’t see. they don’t need to know how bad it is. or that its just getting worse. I don’t think I can live much longer.
Dear parents and teachers:
You never know what’s going on in a child’s life. Yeah they could be smiling and they seem like the closest thing for you to take out your anger but guess what? Those words hurt us! Shocking right? You won’t know how much it hurts us until you hear us sobbing uncontrollably @ 2 a.m. You won’t know how much it hurts us until you see the blood gushing from our arms. You won’t know how much it hurts us until you see us starving ourselves. You won’t know much it hurts us until you see us wasted. Apologise all you want but the damage is already done. You kill us everyday.
