"Her daughter died
A couple of weeks ago"
She said.

"Oh that's awful"

The words slipped so easily out of his mouth
But I could tell they were meaningless.

Mom and dad,
Why do you try to make me feel like ****?
I thought you were bad before but with grandma here it would be better. Yet you get worse. Your verbal attacks cut at my soul.

Oh how I wish I had my cigarettes and razor blades. At least then I wouldn't feel as alone.

Because my only friends, the only things I can count on to always be there, are cigs and cuts.

You did this to me.
Would it really be so awful?