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it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air |
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on the way home i told my mom i was going to drive the car into something because i want to die. she started to yell at me and she said commiting suicide is a 'chicken shit' way to end it. she told me to wait. until i'm 17, 18, 19 older... but thats what she has been saying since she found out i hated my life and everyone in it. i've been waiting for 'it to get better' for four years. and not a day has passed by when the words 'i want to die' don't scroll through my head. she said 'well its taken you four years' so i said 'alright' and she tryed to cover up what she said...how she said 'go ahead' and everything else. so the end of it is...i want to die |