My family hates me, my friends hate me, my scars are healed but with new ones to come. My parents call me lazy right after 7 hours of school, a lot of homework, being the therapist friend, cleaning my whole house and still playing a smile on my face although I don't know if I'll make it through the night if ill finally grab the rope, swallow the pills, hold the gun. I'm the friend that listens to people's problems, helps them heal and learn that they will leave and no one will do the same, I mom beat me at a young age, I was told to stay silent, I was Sa'd by my cousin and stepdad at a young age and was told that it was ok since no one else would touch a monster like me. I've been fat shamed and laughed at told to kill myself ever since I was 6. I have a job at the age of 13 and still can' to anything right in my family. No one notices my struggles and I b anyone will. Maybe today will be that day. The day where my pain and suffering stops. When I grab the rope, gun, or pills, and end,