I’m not lying on the floor crying and wanting to die because of the words my mother spoke.
I’m crying and hoping for death because of how I feel.
I feel worthless.
Like I’m never going to be good enough.
I never DO enough to please people.
I’ll never BE enough.
My mom said she’s so frustrated with my sister and I that she’s be ok if we just moved out.
So I guess I’m just a worthless daughter. I’m nothing.
A part of me just wants to walk into the woods in the middle of winter and never be found.
Why do I feel so much?
To my parents it’s not ok to feel. It’s “just stop” it’s just “get over it”.
I’m not saying this is the best way but to certain people I’m obviously too lazy to amount to anything, so I guess it’d be easiest to just die.
But of course I’m one of the people who is all talk. I was so close last week. I wish I never would have dumped my pills.
No one cares. No one gets it. By that I mean no one in this house.
To them I’m just weak. It’s all I am.
I’m a terrible daughter. Terrible sister. Just weak.