I’m become sick of all this. I can’t go on living this way. My brother has started to hit me. It’s not that bad at the moment, the occasional punches and kicks. My parents do nothing about it except laugh. I get made to do everything around the house and it’s becoming all to much for me. I don’t feel like their my parents, more like I work for them.
I don’t have a social life anymore. I’m wondering is I still have friends. The friend I think I still have doesn’t even talk to me anymore. When we do talk it’s a few words and then I say I have to go just so there is no awkwardness between us. I hate my life. I miss me friends, it was a way to escape being at home and feeling free to do what I want with no one to boss me around.
The only way I am coping with this is to cut myself. I know I shouldn’t but if I don’t I wouldn’t cope. My parents know I have tried to kill myself many times before and they still treat me like this. The first time I tried to kill myself, my family were nice to me for a week and then went back to their same old ways. The times after that they done the same.
I would do anything to get out of this house. It’s literally killing me to live here. I want to kill myself but I try to think of good times I’ve had and that makes me happy. I just can’t take this any more.