No words.

16 years, I've been sick. Panic attacks and being beyond depressed. Attempting to kill myself when I was younger then realizing that I can't, so I tried to find everything possible pain that could be worse than being myself. 16 years they've ignored it. So in the end, is this my fault? That two  people raised an even more fucked up child? Even worse, they just let every day go by not having a clue as to who I am or anything I've been through. I'd run away if I had anywhere to go. Theatre is the only thing that's keeping me sane. It makes me the "me" I want to be instead of the mess I am. My parents think they know everything there is to know. Okay, mom and dad. How many times have I tried to kill myself? How long have I been depressed? 

How long are you gonna chose to fucking ignore it?