Today sucks people think they can buy your way into life after watching you get abused as a kid. 17 years of waking up every day wanting to kill yourself, 17 years of feeling like shit feeling like you don't belong in your own home. 17 years of being the black sheep and never ever feeling good about yourself. You might have given birth to me you ain't my mother. You are a stranger a cancer and I hate your fucking guts. I hate that I have this rage built in me. I hate that I feel this anxiety when your near and I hate myself for feeling like this fuck you. Yeah I'm fucked in the head, I'm fucked in the mind, probably unhealthy not to forgive and move on but I don't care. It was the lowest part of my life. Why the fuck would I want to live through that again
I know it ain't much, but it's something.