I am so fucking tired of my parents thinking they know what's right for me. I mean they act like I'm harmless, like I am too innocent to do anything wrong. And when I do something small they freak, but when I get in trouble with the police they just reject me....
Well I say FUCK THEM!!! I'm not ok, I don't believe my dad. I'm not innocent, I've cut, overdosed, drank, and tried to kill myself on multiple occasions! But, when I do these things, I do it so I can get help. But where is it when I need it? It's not there because no one ever cared.... For crying out loud! My mom rejected me one day because I told her couldn't stand her new boyfriend. So now she calls me a bitch and a whore. My father, drinks until he gets dangerously drunk and then just turns into an ass. When I drink, they don't care, when I cut they just simply shake their heads no and watch me bleed with the razor still in my hand. But yet when I let my friend dye the tips of my hair my father wants to kill me. He says, "Everyday I wake up and have to see your hair, it's like a punch in the face. Is that fair to me? Is it Kay?" Well I think it is, I think he deserves to feel pissed for every terrible thing he's ever done to me. I just want someone to care.... I mean even my friends seem to only care about how I look, not how I feel. So I say if this shit drives on any further I am going to fuckin kill myself, and the way I'll do it is with poisen, no blood, no fingerprints, no one gets blamed. Right?
Well I say FUCK THEM!!! I'm not ok, I don't believe my dad. I'm not innocent, I've cut, overdosed, drank, and tried to kill myself on multiple occasions! But, when I do these things, I do it so I can get help. But where is it when I need it? It's not there because no one ever cared.... For crying out loud! My mom rejected me one day because I told her couldn't stand her new boyfriend. So now she calls me a bitch and a whore. My father, drinks until he gets dangerously drunk and then just turns into an ass. When I drink, they don't care, when I cut they just simply shake their heads no and watch me bleed with the razor still in my hand. But yet when I let my friend dye the tips of my hair my father wants to kill me. He says, "Everyday I wake up and have to see your hair, it's like a punch in the face. Is that fair to me? Is it Kay?" Well I think it is, I think he deserves to feel pissed for every terrible thing he's ever done to me. I just want someone to care.... I mean even my friends seem to only care about how I look, not how I feel. So I say if this shit drives on any further I am going to fuckin kill myself, and the way I'll do it is with poisen, no blood, no fingerprints, no one gets blamed. Right?
But I'm not close to perfect. I'm not close to sane. I'm not the one to worship. And I'm not the one to blame.