I have the oxycodone sitting in a drawer in my room and almost everyday i think about taking those pills. I fell so hollow inside. My chest cavity holds only my unhappiness. I know i cant do this to my mother though. My brothers wouldnt care. My older brother told me he hated me today and called me a piece of shit. The look in his face looked like he wanted to kill me. I dont feel like doing anything. Nothing makes me happy anymore. I think i might do this. I cant take this anymore. Ever since my parents got divorced and I switched schools and moved to a new house. I hate everyone at my school. I feel like im being stabbed every day. The pain of dying would be less than the pain i feel every second that I am alive. I want to die.