How does it feel?

How does it feel? Your brother sees the cuts on your wrist. The scars on your thighs. He tells your sisters and parents. Now everyone knows. Months later… Your brother tells you to stop being so mad ” This is getting old. Nobody gives a shit. Deal with it. Emo” Then your sisters… ” Stop being so mean to people. They did nothing to you.” NOTHING? HUH. Thats why i have bruises from Dad. Thats why mom use to yell at me for trying to make new friends. HOW DOES IT FEEL? They are the reason i’m this way… Then there is people at school. ” Whore, Ugly, *****, Dumbass, ****..” And the abuse. Shoved into lockers. Kicked to the floor. Slapped and punched. How does it feel? Friends.. There is friends. ” Ignore them. Nahh your pretty! It’ll be okay. Hold in there,” but those words only make it worse. Why? Because they are lies. Now its been almost a year. Year since they found out. My family reminds me ” OH, black veil brides, pierce the veil, yeah… Your much better” HOW THE HELL DO THEY THINK THIS FEELS? I just like the music. I can relate to the words. I’m not getting better. School is still fucked up. My parents still don’t know how it feels. I’m crying. I’m hurt. People are using my deppresion as just another way to hurt me… My own family is by telling me to grow up and stop over reacting. But i’m not over reacting. Nobody on here is! Were all hurt. We all are having problems. But nobody will listen to us. Nobody will take the time to understand and help us through this. Not even our fucking councelors. So thanks. Thanks you dumb ass fucking pricks that hurt people. I hope you go to hell for hurting whoever you hurt. And i pray for the people who commit suicide. I pray for whoever is hurting right now. I’m sorry that the assholes that hurt you don’t ever wonder ‘How does it feel’ because if they did, they might understand. But they don’t and thats why we are this way<\3