“Respect your parents” but yall didn’t care when I was on the verge of committing. But my friends know me better than you do. But you didn’t even notice when I was self harming. No, respect is earned. I don’t care. I wish I could treat you the way you treat me. You have never listened to me no matter how open with my emotions I tried to be. It didn’t matter if I was 5 saying that you hurt my feelings (my mom said she didn’t care) or if I was 13 trying to tell you about my day (my brother’s was more important). I’ve contemplated just committing so that they know that they did me wrong and that my depression wasn’t a joking matter like my dad seems to think it is. That shit hurts me and affects me every single day and it’s harmful to me when the people who are supposed to love me most don’t seem to take it seriously until it becomes a nuisance to them.