Don't listen to them. We both are broken. Words don't hurt you, they pull you down. Keep your chin up and keep walking. Light always shows up somewhere in the dark storm.
THEY DON- Sorry, I'm serious though.. I HATE myself... why don't I die? People tell me to die in a hole, and they judge how I look or how I sound.. I don't smile like I used to.
My dad wants to uh.. kill me too.. my dad doesn't say those things to my sibilings.. life's hard for me.. my mom told me to run from home and find somewhere else