Moments like this make me want to cut. Moments like this make me want to bleed.
They make me feel powerless.
I just got home and I'm already in tears.
I hate it.
I hate myself.
I hate everything.
School makes me feel self-conscious.
Home makes me feel like shit.
You judge me for walking away.
Yet you do the exact same thing with Mom.
Sometimes I think of you as my best...