Everybody wants to judge me but nobody wants to listen to me. I told them what they did. But they didn't care. So I packed my bags and left. I never wanted to come back but I was forced to. I don't want to be here. Instead of hurting her, I hurt myself. I have scars from where I cut and a fresh new one from last night. Every time I'm in this house there is such a heavy burden on me. I want to escape. I want to die. But for now, I'll keep crying, cutting, and praying for someone or something to help me or end me.