The Pain I Feel Inside

I am fourteen years old and in high school. I write poetry. When i was in 8th grade I used to cut myself. One reason why was because of my dad telling me I should shut up and die. Since then I never wanted to live. I hated everything about living. Another reason was, my older brother and sister said they didn't care about me, and I wasn't their little sister anymore.

When I got an exception letter from the school I am going to, my little brother thought I didn't love him anymore, so he tried to hang himself. I just hate myself because everyone I loved and really care about hated me. One time I watched my Mom get hit by my dad. Every day I ask God what i did wrong. SO when my mother found out i was cutting, she just kept telling me to put it in the past, (it was over the phone....). Today I still cry myself to sleep thinking what i did wrong. I also play basketball, go to school, and am still writing poetry.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story.