When you think it can’t get any worse..
But the things my mom says don’t harm me anymore. It only makes me stay in bed longer because I don’t want to go downstairs and comfirms what I posted tonight with a crying face.
“Why doesn’t anyone help me?
They just are waiting for me to change.”
I’m on my own. They just bring me down and yell at me I’m old enough to know better. Puberty is over.
I should be strong, get out of here and never return. But I can`t.
I wait for death to take me.