BodyOfDaffodil
Member
- Jun 14, 2023
- 31
I've been abused and used all my life. Never had a place to call home and always put those before me. Things I thought could be considered safe and grant sanctuary like religion or hospitals only furthered to prove to me that nothing in this life is worth living. I have fought hard, each and every day since the time I was eight years old. I wasn't suppose to live this long, I was suppose to die a long time ago. Now that I'm eighteen and to be graduating soon, I've come to the conclusion that my existence is meaningless and doesn't serve a purpose. Sure, I was everyone's caretaker at one point and was the only responsible person in my family; yet that doesn't make me feel any better. It just adds to the mounting failures I keep on my shoulders.
I tried to go to the police and file charges against my father in specific, and you know what they told me? They have more important things to do than deal with my SA allegation. I have tried numerous times to contact authority and report my father to them, beg the police or anyone in that matter to help me and still no one has come forward to do such things. I'm on the edge of my rope, and I feel as though I'm ready to let it all go and die. My body is exhausted, my brain is burning out more and more everyday. My pills aren't working anymore and my S/H addiction is only getting worse.
I just want someone or anyone in that manner to just listen to what I have to say and take me seriously. I don't know if I can keep going anymore, it's getting harder and harder everyday to attend my final days of high school before summer break. All I want to do is do an obscene amount of drugs and not think anymore, become a mindless drug addict that can't even remember if I'm human or not.
I'm so close to ending it all, and yet I hold on. I don't know why.
I tried to go to the police and file charges against my father in specific, and you know what they told me? They have more important things to do than deal with my SA allegation. I have tried numerous times to contact authority and report my father to them, beg the police or anyone in that matter to help me and still no one has come forward to do such things. I'm on the edge of my rope, and I feel as though I'm ready to let it all go and die. My body is exhausted, my brain is burning out more and more everyday. My pills aren't working anymore and my S/H addiction is only getting worse.
I just want someone or anyone in that manner to just listen to what I have to say and take me seriously. I don't know if I can keep going anymore, it's getting harder and harder everyday to attend my final days of high school before summer break. All I want to do is do an obscene amount of drugs and not think anymore, become a mindless drug addict that can't even remember if I'm human or not.
I'm so close to ending it all, and yet I hold on. I don't know why.