Hey..
Did you know that I cried myself to sleep last night?
Did you know that I sit alone in class?
Did you know that my friends talk behind my back?
Did you know that I fake a smile?
Did you know that I lie when I say I’m alright?
Hey… Hey, mom..
Did you know that thoughts of suicide became an ordinary thing for me?
Did you know that it hurt when you called me fat?
Did you know what I go through at school?
Did you know how much it hurts when I don’t get a higher mark in my tests, and to see the disappointment on everyone’s faces when I fail their expectations?
Did you know that I’m so useless, I can’t even hurt myself when I want to?
Did you know how much I absolutely hate everything about myself?
Did you know that I’ve always thought that I would die first before anyone in our family? In fact, I don’t know what to do with my future since that hasn’t happened yet.
Did you know that I want to kill myself more than anyone else you know?
Mom..
Why did you hit me with a broomstick, pulled my hair and slapped me in the face when I was trying to prevent my brother from experiencing the way I did my childhood? From making the same mistakes I did. From feeling the same things I did. Feelings of self-hate, stress and pressure.
Did you know that I can’t feel anything anymore?
Hey Mom..
I’m sorry I was ever born, I know you deserve a better daughter.. Don’t worry I know I’ll be gone soon.. Be happy..