I’am too yong to talk about my experience in life i’am only 17 but i know a lot , i know that life is so hard cause i’am suffering . Every day i hate my life more cause i live a very miserable one . Sometimes i think that everyone hates me even my parents they allways hit me , my mother told me that she wish that i was dead or never born she dont talk to me well she do but just to tell me about the bad things that my father did . They dont sleep in the same room they dont talk to each other at all . Teens in my age have friends go out have fun but i’am in my room crying or sitting in the darkness . I’am so weak to kill myself i just cant do that , honestly i’am a smoker i think its an easy way to a slow and unpainful suicide .