Mom keeps asking me to kill her for what she did to me.
She keeps saying she is ready to die.
But I don’t hate her or father. I will never hurt them like that.
I don’t know why I keep shouting that way. I don’t know why I’m unable to let go.
It’s really hard sometime.
I see them trying and I feel for them too.
I feel guilty for speaking the truth too.
It’s just so much to take at times because I live with them.
I just want to be alone.