Maybe once I am dead, I could feel that love others do. Maybe once I finally get rest, my dad will notice me for once. Things are hard right now, and I have been going through much. As of now, I have done drugs as a teenager. My grades suck... I suck. I rarely feel anything but sadness or just emptiness now. My parents only decided to get me help after I have been battling this feeling for years, nearly 3 now. My mum placed it down as anxiety, but I don't even think I could say anything at all. All those therapies people do is tell everything to your parents, but I might just spill everything, so I could get real help. Only people that seemed to really care for me is the cops who are in my town. They have comforted me and made sure I was okay whenever I came to them, something my parents have never done before. They only toss it aside since I cant be like this since I didnt have a childhood like theirs.