My life came to an end. I'm so tired.
I'm on my edge. I'm just slightly away from killing myself. Can you help me? No.
You're the one who gave me this fucking depression and anxiety. I fear men. I fear my dad. All thanks to you my dear dad.
You said that you loved me but did you ever prove it?
You said you care but did you ever showed me?
I'm the middle child with an older brother and a younger brother.
My older brother is loved because he's their first child and my younger brother is loved because he's the smallest of all of us. What about me dad?
Why am I not loved? Am I not deserving? Am I not worthy?
Didn't you say that you wanted a daughter first? Is this how you prove it? By hurting me?
I'm so hurted that even dying feels painless. Atleast I'll be far from you.
Prove me that you love me. All the promises you made, keep them. Make me trust you. Make me love you again. Please. I'm so tired. I just wished for a good life.
I'm sorry even if it's not my fault. You should've killed me when I was born.
