Why

I can't help to feel this way. Everything I do, along with everything I say. Mom gets mad, she tells Dad. And in the end, I'm the one who's sad. Crying and crying untill I just can't anymore. I don't know whats stopping me from walking out the door. Getting hurt day after day. Never really knowing if I'll be okay. I don't know how much longer I can take this. But really,whats here to miss? The hypocritical Mother. Not to mention the absent Father. And a sister that wants nothing more than for me to be dead. Well, i guess there isn't anything more left unsaid.