My life...

My life is non-existent to those who love and care about me

My life doesn't matter to those who have hurt me .

My life has been a living hell since I was five ... when I learned how to survive living with only one parent.

No one understands....

my life is useless and worthless,
I have lived with this thought of suicide in my mind since I was 13 years old....

I have been verbal, physically and even emotionally abused by the same person for almost 8 years and I've had enough, no one believes he would do this ... that person is my stepfather whom chooses to remain anonymous .

I've lived with these types of abuse for over 7.5 years and I feel like I should die and let my family's memories of me die in their mind and hearts.

I feel so misused and misjudged and that I feel like my own mother doesn't even care to believe her own daughter... She chooses to believe her husband and that's her utmost opinion.

I have been called names that don't go with my personality.

My life should end but If I do .. I don't want my little nieces and nephew to ask why I died cause if they did it would be upsetting to whomever they will ask.

My life is worth ending if my stepfather keeps up with the verbal, physical and emotional abuse... I'VE BEEN HURT LONG ENOUGH!!!